I’m the first person to leave every family function. Or I just don’t go. When I do go, everyone feels graced by my presence. If I stay longer than expected, everyone is so excited. Absence truly makes the heart grow fonder.
Sometimes it just feels good to disappear. I don’t want to hug everyone so I will sneak out and end up in my bed with a couple of texts saying variations of “where did you run off to?” and I will fall into a peaceful slumber knowing I am missed.