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Week 138: Why I’m Done Hosting Family Events Out of Obligation

This year, I hosted a birthday brunch for my mom. I didn’t really want to, but I told myself it was the right thing to do—something many of us feel when it comes to family obligations. The truth is, toxic family gatherings can drain your energy in ways that are hard to explain. You smile, pour the orange juice, pass the coffee cake—and all the while, you’re pushing down that familiar feeling of being invisible.

The Unseen Cost of Family Gatherings

It had been a while since I’d seen everyone together, and yet… it felt like no time had passed. Same conversations. Same dynamics. Same sense of disconnect.

My sister-in-law talked endlessly about herself and her two kids—one of whom had just graduated high school. I genuinely care about them, and I was curious to hear how they’re doing. But as usual, I found myself half amused, half bemused by the complete lack of reciprocity. Not even a casual, “How’s the weather in your neck of the woods?”

Meanwhile, my twins had just graduated college. One is heading to grad school. My daughter—a registered nurse—is looking for her first job. But none of that came up. It never does.

Grief, Silence, and the Conversations We Don’t Have

These kinds of get-togethers were the ones my oldest daughter would have loved. She was nonverbal, but she had a presence—one that lit up a room without a word. Even in this group, she likely would have been ignored. But the thing I loved most about her? She wouldn’t have cared. She didn’t need small talk to feel connected.

Me? I’ve been to this particular rodeo more times than I can count. Show up, smile, sit through someone else’s monologue, and find a polite way to leave before dessert.

Except this time—I was hosting.

Emotional Labor: The Work No One Sees

What got to me wasn’t just how I felt (exhausted); it was how my kids felt. They noticed the imbalance, the one-sidedness, the lack of curiosity. And I hated that. I hated that they felt invisible.

I’ve done a lot of emotional labor over the years at family events—listening, affirming, holding space for others. But when there’s no emotional reciprocity, it starts to feel hollow. My kids still expect more. They still hope for connection. And I love that about them. But I also ache for what I know they won’t get at that table.

I stopped expecting much after my daughter died. If people could look right past that, they could look past anything. The silence wasn’t new. It was just suddenly louder.

The Missing Chair We Pretend Not to Notice

And then there’s my mom—the reason I hosted this brunch in the first place. She was being ignored too. At one point, she quietly left the table. Honestly? I understood. I wanted to leave too.

We also didn’t talk about my brother not being there. He’s stepped away from the family, and his absence hung in the air like a missing chair no one acknowledged. We just passed the eggs.

Why Setting Boundaries Isn’t Selfish

Lately, I’ve been reading about boundaries. Turns out, saying “no” isn’t unkind—it’s honest.

Hosting that brunch taught me that doing something out of obligation never ends well. It leaves me hollow.

But I’m learning. I’m learning that peace doesn’t always look like harmony and polite conversation. Sometimes, self-care means sitting through an exhausting meal and quietly realizing: I don’t have to do this again.

I can love my family and still protect my energy. I can wish them well and remind myself: I don’t need to invite unresponsive people to my table—literally or figuratively.

Choosing Peace Over Performance

As much as I try to be accepting, I’m still angry. Not for myself—I’ve made peace with their behavior. But for my kids? That’s harder to let go of. They deserved better. And maybe that’s what made the silence feel louder this time.

So next year, for my mom’s birthday? Maybe I’ll take her out one-on-one. Maybe I’ll write her a letter. Maybe I’ll let the day come and go without orchestrating an event.

Whatever I do, I know this: I’m done forcing it.

And there’s peace in that—not the soft, floaty kind, but the kind that stands tall. The kind that quietly clears the table and chooses who gets to sit at it.

Have you ever walked away from a family event feeling unseen or unheard? I’d love to hear how you’re learning to protect your peace.


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