The Pilgrim Ate My Turkey

2002-11-28

I hate holidays with the utmost passion. Everything would be peachy if my parents actually stuck to their plans and left for the weekend. But no, it's not a holiday if they don't fight. I hate this family. They can't be normal. We can't at least have a dinner together. No, they have to spend their days in separate rooms. It's like repeat of last year when the fight lasted till Christmas. They were too mad to even put up a tree in the house. They don't understand how much it's affecting me. They're too busy huffing and puffing to notice me in the kitchen crying. I hate Thanksgiving.