Gonna be eating with my girlfriend's family for the second Thanksgiving I've had since I moved. Not looking forward to it, for reasons I'm not at liberty to discuss, but we'll likely be forced to eat at her sister's place. Suffice to say, that with a six hour round trip, we'll be spending the night, which means my girlfriend and I will be trading our comfortable, warm bed for a shitty air mattress in what is, according to her, the coldest fucking room in the house. A house which is, apparently, barely large enough for the 4 people that already live there, let alone the seven that will be there when you add me, her, and her mom.
Its times like this I miss my family. We never treated any holiday as important, outside birthdays, and now that I've seen the other side...I can honestly say I prefer things the way they were. There's too much stress, too much bullshit, too much to deal with for just a handful of days every year.
