Here’s a Thanksgiving story that’ll make you want to hug your family:
Years ago I invited my best friend to my family’s Thanksgiving dinner because – for various reasons – the rest of her family was unavailable. After hanging up the phone, my father asked who I had been speaking to. I told him who it was and that because she was alone on Thanksgiving, I invited her to our family’s house.
My father then flipped-out and said, “If you ever invite anyone over for another holiday meal I’ll fucking kill you!”
Shocked, I called her back and uninvited her, telling her I wouldn’t be eating there as well. I left the house and my family of six – none of whom defended me – and went to the movies.
To this day, two of those siblings are still in-deep with my parents. Two of us escaped. Sometimes “the orphanage” is the better option. In the years since leaving both my parents and my similarly-mannered ex-husband, my Thanksgivings have been the most beautiful I have ever imagined.
And I owe it all to me.
1 Year of Single 
yay, you 🙂 I’ve also developed a very nice thanksgiving tradition since my divorce and daughter moving too far away…the dog and I head a couple hours upstate for a nice hike (and by hike I mean leisurely stroll through the woods), away from *all* people (even those I LIKE), away from the pressure to cook or eat, away from my normal geographic box…we’re just alone in nature…the long walk and long drive is very relaxing to me. so yeah, yay me, too 🙂
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Very cool, Bettye. I hope you bring the camera too 🙂
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