I have the kind of family that calls at 3:00 p.m. on my birthday to say, “Hello! We’ve been in the state for two weeks and would love to see you! We have a couple of hours to kill at the airport before the plane leaves; would you like to come to the airport to see us? Happy Birthday!” and then get offended when their invitation is declined.
When faced with such a prospect, the idea of champagne by the fire in the company of non-verbal companions seems wonderfully festive.
Good for you, choosing not to make that long drive to accommodate someone who obviously wasn't respecting you. I have family members like that as well, so I can so relate.
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