Going out of town for the weekend to a baby shower in Chicago. Spending Friday and Saturday nights at Lisa's house, it's about halfway. The thing is...I don't know that I really WANT to go to this baby shower, it's for a fairly distant cousin. It's been years since I spent time with these relatives, though we were close when I was young. I think part of why I decided to go was to prove something - but not sure if it's to me or to them, and not sure why I care what they think.
The cousin having the baby is my 2nd cousin. Her father is my 1st cousin once removed. Pete is only about 3 years older than I am and growing up I was close to his family. His mom (my Great-Aunt) is my daughter's godmother and Pete is godfather to one of my son's. Except for a handful of funerals, the last time I saw Pete was for my nearly 21-year old son's baptism.
I guess in part I am going because another of my 2nd cousins is getting married in Sept, and I am trying to decide if I want to go to the wedding...this is a testing of the waters.
There have been some misconceptions about my life, due to the fact that my mother lies like a rug. They all seem to believe that my husband has been abusive toward me and my daughter. I know that it bothers my husband, so I am going to go and see how bad it is, I guess.