I Don't Get It

I'm beginning to think I'm really fucked up. About a lot of things. It's bad enough that noone ever comes to visit us, but then we come down and it's like they don't really want to do anything with us.

I'm beginning to really consider my husband's idea about when we come down. He says that we should just get a hotel or something and then if family wants to see us then they will have to come to us rather than us to them.

It's really rather sad that neither my husband's mother nor my mother are alive. I know that if they were they would want to spend every minute possible with their grandson.