Why Should You Bring Your Own Food? For five years running, my husband’s sister and brother, along with their families, have celebrated every Christmas with us. I cooked everything myself, set the table, took care of every detail, and cleaned up after everyone. They simply enjoyed the festivities. But last year, my patience ran out, and I hit my breaking point. It all just felt too much—physically, mentally, and financially. So, this past year, I tried to share the responsibilities among everyone. But recently, my mother-in-law told me that she and her husband are getting older, and things are hard, so she would like us all to gather at my place for another Christmas celebration. So, I rang my husband’s siblings and told them Mum wanted us to celebrate together. At first, they were all for it, said we should listen to Mum, and happily agreed. Then I mentioned we’d need to divvy up the dishes—who would cook what and what each would bring. I’m happy to provide the main courses, cook two hot dishes, and bake a cake. They would need to prepare two salads, fish, meat, cheese, fruit, and drinks. Everyone brings something to drink. As soon as I listed everything, the enthusiasm in their voices disappeared. They said they wouldn’t have time to cook, that they have work, they’d need to buy everything and then still cook. Besides, they didn’t see the point in bringing food. They suggested they would just celebrate Christmas at their own homes. So I asked, “What about Mum?” And guess what they said… “We’ll wish her well over the phone; that’ll have to do.” They don’t want to share the workload or the shopping. I haven’t told my mother-in-law yet. And I honestly don’t know how to break the news. She’ll be terribly upset. What should I do in this situation? Should I just cave in and do Christmas all by myself again?

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Why Bring Your Own Food?

My husbands sister and brother, along with their families, have celebrated every Christmas with us for the past five years. Ive taken care of everything cooked all the food myself, set the table, looked after everyone, and tidied up once it was over. They just came, enjoyed the day, and left the mess behind. Last year, though, I finally lost my patience. It all just became too muchphysically, mentally, even financially.

So, last year, I tried to distribute the responsibilities amongst everyone.

But recently, my mother-in-law told me, in her gentle way, that she and her husband are getting on a bit, times are hard, and she would love another family gathering at my house.

So, I rang up Henrys brother and sister and explained that Mum really wanted us all to celebrate together this year. At first, they seemed delightedthey said we ought to listen to Mum and agreed we should do it.

Then I mentioned wed need to split up the food and jobs a bit: who would cook, and what each person might bring.

I said Id be happy to organize the main dishes, make two hot meals, and bake a cake.

Theyd just need to prepare a couple of salads, bring some fish, meat, cheese, fruit, and enough drinks for everyone. Everyone would just need to chip in with something to drink.

The moment I listed out everything, all the excitement vanished from their voices. Suddenly, they said they wouldnt have time to cook, what with work and everything else, and that having to shop and then cook was too much. And besides, they didnt see the point in bringing food along. They suggested celebrating at their own houses instead.

So, I asked, What about Mum? And, honestly, you wont believe what they said Well just ring and wish her a Merry Christmas, and thats that.

Its obviousthey dont want to share the effort or help with any of the shopping. I havent told my mother-in-law yet and I honestly dont know how to break it to her. Shell be so disappointed.

What am I supposed to do in this situation? Am I just going to end up doing everything on my own again this Christmas? Sometimes I wonder if its easier to just carry on like before, even if it means running myself ragged.

I’m 46, and if you looked at my life from the outside, you’d probably say everything is fine. I married young—at 24—to a hardworking, responsible Englishman. I had two children in quick succession—at 26 and 28. I left university because the schedules didn’t fit, the kids were small, and I thought “there’s time for all that later.” There were never any big dramas or rows. Everything went the way it was “meant to.” For years, my routine never changed. I’d wake before everyone, make breakfast, leave the house tidy, and head off to work. I’d come back in time to handle the chores, cook, wash, tidy up. Weekends were all about family gatherings, birthday parties, endless obligations. I was always there; I always took care of things. If something was missing, I fixed it. If anyone needed anything, I was always there. It never occurred to me to ask if I wanted something else. My husband has never been a bad person. We’d have dinner, watch TV, and head to bed. He wasn’t especially affectionate, but he wasn’t unkind either. He never asked for much, but he didn’t complain. Our conversations were about bills, the children, jobs to do. Then, on an ordinary Tuesday evening, I sat quietly in the living room and realised I had nothing to do—not because everything was perfect, but because, in that moment, nobody needed me. I looked around and understood that for years I’d kept this household running, but now I had no idea what to do with myself inside it. That day, I opened a drawer of old documents and found diplomas, unfinished courses, ideas scribbled in notebooks, projects put aside “for later.” I looked at photos from when I was young—before I was a wife, before I was a mother, before I became the one who made everything right. I didn’t feel nostalgic. I felt something worse: I realised I’d achieved everything without ever asking if it was what I truly wanted. I started to notice things I used to accept as normal: That nobody asks how I am. That even when I come home exhausted, it’s still me who sorts everything out. If my husband says he doesn’t fancy a family gathering, that’s fine, but if I’m reluctant, it’s still expected I’ll go. My opinion exists, but it doesn’t carry weight. There were no arguments or shouting matches, but there was never any real space for me. One evening at dinner, I mentioned I wanted to restart my education or try something different. My husband looked at me, surprised, and said, “But why now?” He didn’t mean any harm. He just didn’t understand why something that had always worked should change. The children were silent. There was no argument. Nobody forbade me from anything. Yet I realised that my role was so clearly defined that stepping outside it was uncomfortable. I’m still married. I haven’t left, I haven’t packed my bags, I haven’t made any dramatic decisions. But I’ve stopped pretending. I know that for more than twenty years, I’ve kept a family together in a structure where I was essential, but never the main character. How Do You Rebuild Yourself After Living a Life Where You’re Needed—But Never the Main Character?

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Why Should You Bring Your Own Food? For five years running, my husband’s sister and brother, along with their families, have celebrated every Christmas with us. I cooked everything myself, set the table, took care of every detail, and cleaned up after everyone. They simply enjoyed the festivities. But last year, my patience ran out, and I hit my breaking point. It all just felt too much—physically, mentally, and financially. So, this past year, I tried to share the responsibilities among everyone. But recently, my mother-in-law told me that she and her husband are getting older, and things are hard, so she would like us all to gather at my place for another Christmas celebration. So, I rang my husband’s siblings and told them Mum wanted us to celebrate together. At first, they were all for it, said we should listen to Mum, and happily agreed. Then I mentioned we’d need to divvy up the dishes—who would cook what and what each would bring. I’m happy to provide the main courses, cook two hot dishes, and bake a cake. They would need to prepare two salads, fish, meat, cheese, fruit, and drinks. Everyone brings something to drink. As soon as I listed everything, the enthusiasm in their voices disappeared. They said they wouldn’t have time to cook, that they have work, they’d need to buy everything and then still cook. Besides, they didn’t see the point in bringing food. They suggested they would just celebrate Christmas at their own homes. So I asked, “What about Mum?” And guess what they said… “We’ll wish her well over the phone; that’ll have to do.” They don’t want to share the workload or the shopping. I haven’t told my mother-in-law yet. And I honestly don’t know how to break the news. She’ll be terribly upset. What should I do in this situation? Should I just cave in and do Christmas all by myself again?