Drove 6 hours to my aunt's place in Toledo for Easter and got put at the kids table at 34
Last month my mom swore the whole family was meeting at my aunt's house in Toledo for Easter dinner, so I drove 6 hours from Kentucky with a $40 ham in a cooler on my passenger seat. I walk in and there are like 15 cars out front, but my aunt points me to the folding table in the kitchen with my 7 and 9 year old cousins because the good table was "already full." My mom saw the whole thing and just shrugged and said it was easier this way. I ate lukewarm green beans next to a kid explaining Roblox to me for 45 minutes while the adults drank wine in the other room. Has this happened to anyone else past 30, or is my family just extra?
Man, I feel this in my bones. Two years ago I flew out for Thanksgiving and my sister stuck me at the card table with my nephews because the dining room was "at capacity," which apparently means seating for everyone except the guy who paid for the flights. I spent the meal watching a 6 year old build a tower out of mashed potatoes while my brother in law talked about his golf swing through the doorway. My dad didn't even look up from his plate. Something about being related but not married with kids makes you furniture at these things. The lukewarm sides are the worst part, like they plated yours first and then forgot.