It's the same here. For some reason, my attempts to carry on the tradition have failed. Once my parents were gone, all traditions fell apart. How did I know my sister's family thought mine was disgusting?

The exit of my ex 2 years ago and the fact he was in jail again put the damper on our family and put a few at each other's throats. I saw the worst side of my family, and I do not miss that gathering now. Oh, for the good old days 🙂