I can’t believe it is almost Thanksgiving. Life has been such a whirl that the calendar got away from me.
There are so many things I am thankful for, and tops of the list is being breast cancer free. I am also thankful for the love of my friends and family.
And I have to be a total girl, I am thankful that I no longer have to go to what was my almost sister in law’s . She is named after a favorite month of the year, but she is anything but representative of that time of year. She would, however, make an excellent turkey.
My ex had a slightly welcome to bizzare-O-world family. They were, of course, far superior to us mere mortals so Thanksgiving was interesting from the first year on.
My first Thanksgiving I was referred to as the “city girl”. (I did wear brown suede pants so I guess that was unusual or something.)
My second through eighth Thanksgivings always had a similar theme : (1) criticizing those who were not present (when you are perfect, you can’t help yourself); (2) talking about Thanksgiving when they were little (that was normal even if having a club to “liquidate” a younger sibling was very Dexter of them); (3) asking me to bake and or cook, and then having a weird case of one-upmanship and making duplicates of the things I was asked to provide; (4) making sure photos of my ex’s ex-wife fell out of family photo albums – which was actually a favorite of mine because she had the ugliest wedding dress and worst hair I had ever seen. (and who the hell gets married at sunrise and barefoot in a local park, anyway?)
There were people who would come to Thanksgiving I enjoyed (and have kept in touch with), but there were some years I found it hard to sit still. It was hard to sit around a small, dark green living room and make small talk with people some of whom you were sure would cut you to ribbons behind your back if you weren’t there.
Sorry, but I couldn’t resist — let’s get real — we all have family/in-law/almost family holiday stories, but I just had a fit of giggles thinking about some of these recent past events. We’ve all had them – you are there and you are thinking you can’t possibly be there, that someone was sure to pop out a closet to tell you that you had been punk’d.
So yes I am thankful on many levels as Thanksgiving approaches….sorry for the trip down memory lane, but seriously, sometimes there are some series of holidays that are so perfectly made for a future sitcom…..I did however, lose my appreciation for a good plaid…..
I am thankful for getting and keeping an “almost sister-in-law” who has been more of a real sister to me than the biological siblings I have. I am sorry that you had to endure their company (and the blogger does not exaggerate the level or scope of absurdity and drama that pass for normal in my family. Think Tennessee Williams/Mean Girls/ Dexter do turkey.) If you ever hear that hypercritical chorus in your mind, please let me continue to be that little voice that tells you how wonderful, loved, and appreciated you are. It’s not an obligation. It’s an honor. Love ya!
Love you too xoxo