Like most fortunate people, I love my family. I like my family. I’d even go as far as to say I look forward to seeing them (though I’d never admit this to their faces) but there’s something about being around them for extended periods which just makes me... irritable.
I know I’m not alone in this. In fact, I see it in them too. My sweet reunions with my baby sisters soon descend into bickering and making digs about decades-old grudges from when we actually lived together.
When I speak to friends about it, they say the same.