“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…

Madison.

Madison, hope you have a nice, quiet Thanksgiving alone. Maybe you’ll finally understand that actions have consequences. I almost laughed. The projection was stunning. I’d spent my entire childhood and young adult life trying to figure out what I’d done to deserve their treatment. I was quieter than Madison, more bookish. I like different things.continue reading …