After Thanksgiving

I’m glad it’s over. I was determined to have a nice time and it started out great and then denigrated to a horrible day. I don’t want to relive it but suffice it to say, the day ended with me in a parking lot in tears.

I don’t do the five a.m. shopping thing either. I did venture out around eight a.m. and went to three stores that had items I wanted. Parked at the door, walked in, got stuff and paid. I didn’t have an issue anywhere. I guess that was my reward for living through the hell of the day before.

Anyway, hope you all had your fill of turkey and family. I know I did.

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15 Responses to After Thanksgiving

  1. danicaavet says:

    The holidays are always stressful for me. I’m a natural introvert, but my family is filled with extroverts who want to talk (very loudly) and I’m always left with the feeling that I should run and hide in a corner somewhere. Don’t get me wrong, I love them all to death and I can come out of my shell with them but when you have at least fifteen people all fighting for the spotlight *shudders* Mais. And here’s to no turkey until…well, Christmas.

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  2. Micki Gibson says:

    Oh Jillian! {{{{{HUGS}}}}}

    I have a feeling that our Thursday lunch is going to be a therapeutic gripe fest about our previous Thursday. I admit, my Thankgiving Day gripes have everything to do with who was NOT there than the people who were, and for that, I am thankful that I did get to spend the day with people who care about me and my family and SHOW IT! I wish I could have been there in that parking lot with you to offer you some tissues or lend you a shoulder to cry on. (My tears showed up later.) Remember, you have “family” who love you by choice, not because you share DNA with us and we’ve got your back.

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    • Thanks, Micki. Love ya, too. I have decided if I was in a room with Hitler, Atilla the Hun and my mother, and we were in a discussion, she’d side with them just because she absolutely can not side with me- EVER. She’s the least supportive person in my life. I need to stay far, far away from her.

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  3. jeff7salter says:

    Strange and sad how some family members can be the most hurtful and destructive forces in our lives. With all the CR*P we’re liable to face “out in the world” you’d think our nuclear family would be supportive, loving, and accepting.

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  4. Lavada Dee says:

    They say Thanksgiving is hard on family relationships and we’ve had our day. Not this one though it could have been. Our seventeen year old grandson came in fighting tears and our son (his uncle) looked like a thundercloud. It took about an hour to get things straight. I hope we can all last another six months until he graduates. College, is not looking good.

    Hang in their Jillian. We went to a late afternoon movie. Maybe not traditional but it works.

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  5. I am so sorry,Jillian; I have had more than my share of tears on holidays…we all have family nutjobs, I suppose, and some are worse than others.I certainly don’t mean to downgrade your suffering;I just want you to know that I understand. Mine was possibly the best Thanksgiving ever, because a cousin came in and kept everyone on their best behavior,(for the most part…one slip).I could share stories of family members who tore me down over the years to show off or make their ‘darling’ look better, although she was always in or causing trouble…don’t get me started. I have outlived most of them, but it’s hard to outlive the pain.
    I hope you pick up and be good to yourself. I wish I’d seen that most of what I was torn down over was out of jealousy of me….that may be your case,(having read you hear and thinking very highly of what I’ve seen!). Surround yourself with those who appreciate you.
    Hang in there!

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  6. Laurie Ryan says:

    The 17 year old disease is puberty. We’ve had some rough holiday times with our now 19 year old grandson. Sigh. I’m sending you cyberhugs, Jillian. I guess that’s why God made our children so adorable. So we wouldn’t, um, pound them into the ground. A movie sounds like a great holiday tradition to start.

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