When most of my family was alive I was the go between on holidays. I would transport and visit the different family members because I was the only one that they all could tolerate. Not like, but tolerate.
There were four groups. I needed to eat enough food and participate at each place to show my respect for them. I really didn't want to be there. But, that just became my task. I did enjoy my last stop. It was my dad and his parents. That was the only group that liked me and I liked them. Funny they chose for me to stop last with them to make things easier for me. Obviously they cared about me. The others didn't.
Now nearly everybody is dead and I'm no longer a go between. I enjoy the peace.