Like a lot of families, we go around the table and tell each other what we're thankful for. This year, I was sorely tempted to say:
I'm thankful for a family that never misses an opportunity to tell me that I'm a piece of shit, worthless human being. I'm thankful for a family that can find a way to blame me for everything and that can never accept responsibility for anything. I'm thankful for a family that expects me to do everything for everyone but who can rarely lift a finger or offer a kind word for me. I'm thankful for a family that is so preoccupied in their own importance that they can't be bothered to see the pain that I'm feeling or to even notice me sitting in my car crying. Again.
But I didn't. I just said that I'm thankful for all of the wonderful people in my life. And I nearly choked on my turkey. Thankfully there was much wine.