I just ate my last home cooked meal before leaving for college.
This was my view.
Yes, I ate alone.
My mom is getting a massage and my dad is still at work.
I’ve eaten dinner alone for years. I was a gymnast for eight years and then a cheerleader for four years and my practice schedule ranged from 4:00-7:30 to 5-9, three/four/five days a week.
My dad commutes about 45 min everyday to work, so he gets home around 6:30/7:00 at the earliest.
We hardly ever eat as a family.
I used to get really jealous of my friends who always ate dinner with their family. I yearned for that family bonding around the dinner table.
But that’s just not how my family works. Yes, it’s a little sad from the outside looking in.
But for me, it’s normal. Eating alone doesn’t really bother me anymore.
And the best thing is, my family is still pretty tight, even if we don’t eat together.