Thanksgiving was an experience this year. It was the first time I’ve done two complete Thanksgiving dinners in one day! My mother didn’t want to go to my aunt’s house, so she opted to have a small dinner with just us (me, her boyfriend, her, and my husband.) It was pretty nice. My mother cooked and that’s a miracle in and of itself. Of course, we spent the evening with dad and ate with him, his wife, and my grandmother. It was a pretty good day.
The saddest part is that I didn’t get to eat with my grandparents for the first Thanksgiving (spent with my family at least) ever. The part that’s really bad? I had more fun Black Friday shopping with my husband and my mother than any other part of the day! It was my first true experience and it was a blast. The town I’m from is quite small and so it wasn’t as frenetic as where I live now (between two of the biggest cities in this state.) Still, the first store we went to (which opened at 8pm Thanksgiving day) was packed. It was as if every single person from town was there and they probably were. We got some really good deals.
We got home before midnight and then went back out the next day to a mall I haven’t been to in years. It wasn’t as crazy as our mall gets here, but it was still pretty packed. Still, it was a fun experience. I’d definitely do it again if given the opportunity! This was my first year not working Black Friday since I’ve worked in the mall.
Other than that, the visit went well. We all played cards and stayed up entirely too late. I got to see my cousin and her kids (which are growing like weeds!) There was very little drama, which was amazing in and of itself. I didn’t really get a chance to take many pictures, which makes me sad. Especially with what’s happened lately.
My mother relapsed (AGAIN) last week. She was wrongfully accused last week and it’s just been this big drama storm since then. I’ve been avoiding it. I got really angry at first, at her, at her place of work, and mostly just at the world… but now? I just can’t deal with it. I’m seven hours away. I’ve tried giving advice, etc… and it goes ignored. I can’t even believe her boyfriend is supplying her with alcohol. My grandparents don’t know. I want to tell them, but I can’t. They’re old and I really don’t want them even more stressed than they already are.
It’s just a big mess… just in time for Christmas. Fantastic. I don’t even really want to write about it, because why? What’s the point? I told my husband, I just need to accept that I don’t have parents. My mum is an weak alcoholic who would rather run to it at the sign of any adversity and my dad has all but thrown me to the wayside for his new “family.” I can’t even bother thinking about it, really.
At least my in-laws are pretty amazing. They’ve been nothing but helpful during the move.