Hubby asked me yesterday how I was handling everything with my parents right now. I smiled and said, "Oh, I'm not. I'm not even trying to handle that right now!" He is wise. He already knew that answer but gave me the chance to tell him anyway.
It is nearly Thanksgiving. I have to spend time with them on Thursday two different times and then again on Friday. I don't need to keep digging into how I feel about them right before having to smile and pretend everything is just peachy.
So I pretend anyway. I choose to not dig up or handle how I feel. It is still pretending. But it is a different type of pretending. It is pretending that something is not there rather than pretending that something is fine when it isn't.
I ate 3 times today. Not huge meals but still, it was food.