I think it was good to raise it OP.
I used to dread them but now I don’t. And I don’t know why. Less a loss of that feeling of not being wanted I suppose which is hard to shake off when you first lose your family. Nowadays I have this feeling of not being able to catch up with so many things that I’m relieved it’s Sunday and no demands from outside will be made of me. Except my own and my fantastic dog of course. We always come first. I try and do something that’s been bugging me.. paint bit of floor, update website, tidy the garden, water the buggers. Trim the ivy … oh no… must be time to take the dog out.. and you never know what that will entail.
I love being sociable, as long as there are no commitments which means meeting people by chance is so good. The rest of the week I am always slightly anxious about being late, often having to leave something really interesting. Mind you I think i self sabotage. So Sundays I see as free.
When I was young and newly married in London there was this requirement to visit my parents every Sunday for lunch. Right across London. I really resented it and it was possibly why I moved far away. I really loved them and they’d visit for weeks on end but I loved my little bits of freedom more. Sometimes it means the freedom to be a miserable git. But on the whole because I am a natural ‘sharer’ it’s the one time I can keep myself to myself. And no one knows.. ( except you lot now, ) dogs are really good at keeping their mouths shut.
And before I leave dogs, can I just say you can feel as low as low before taking dog out to the woods, commune with those old trees watch canine joy and you come back a different person. So ok, yes, let’s go with Sunday freedom!