Thanksgiving

Here's the deal. Every year I make Thanksgiving dinner a week early. I invite my dad and his wife, my mother and her husband, and my boyfriend. Sometimes I have a couple of friends or Alex has a friend over. This is how it is. Then, on Thanksgiving, Alex and I usually go out for dinner if we can find a restraunt open.

Last year, my dad and his wife could not make it. No biggie. This year, I sent out the invitations (which I should not even have to do anymore) a couple weeks prior to the event. More than enough of a notice ahead of time. All should have been grand. Should have been......

Saturday at one o'clock, the turkey was done, the ham was done, EVERYTHING was done. It was time to eat a TON of food that Justin and Alex and I had worked hours to prepare. My mother was here and her husband was here. Then, Justin, Alex and I, of course, were here. Twenty minutes later, I call my dad.

     "Hey Dad. Where are you at?"
          "We just pulled into Harrah's parking lot" (that's a casino out of town for those of you not from Topeka)
     "So, you guys aren't coming over?"
          "Who is this??"
     "This is your daughter..."
          "Oh, let me let you talk to [mom]"

          "Hello?"
     "Hey Mom. So, you guys aren't coming over today?"
          "For what?"
     "For Thanksgiving dinner."
          "Oh Shit! That's today, isn't it??

So, since they were not able to make it to dinner, I told Justin that he should call his parents to come over. There was just so much food, and not enough people to eat it. They came over, but after everyone else was done eating. Mom and her husband, and Justin were already parked on the couch to take their after-dinner rest. LOL. (It really was a LOT of food.) Alex hid in her room. I sat at the table with his parents so they weren't alone. It seemed like the civilized thing to do. They aren't bad people, but "someone" has a staring problem. Justin's mom likes to stare at me for some reason. No one can really tell me why. It's just uncomfortable.

Finally, everyone left. I was fine the rest of that night. The next day, and since then, I've not been in a great mood. I'm disappointed in the way things turned out. I wish..... well, I don't know what I wish. I just want to be happy, and I feel like I'm too disappointed and upset to be happy with my Thanksgiving dinner memory this year.

I love my family, even when they hurt my feelings. :(