“We are only having your sister’s family this year!” Mom texted. I typed back: “Have a good time.” When I refused to invite them to a grand Thanksgiving party at my house, my father broke my window and grabbed me by the throat, saying, “You think you’re better than us?” My sister had kicked me in the ribs, adding, “Some people just need to remember their place.” But…

the same treatment. So did your aunt Susan and uncle Mike.

Your mother told Susan that they were simplifying this year. An idea began forming in my mind. A delicious, satisfying idea. Aunt Diane, how would you feel about having Thanksgiving at my place this year? Your place? Honey, I don’t want you to go to any trouble. It wouldn’t be trouble. I promise.continue reading …