Hopita (hopita) wrote,
Hopita
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Thankful I don't have to do THAT again for another year ...

There's nothing quite like sitting around a table with people who don't want to be with each other. My Dad and I are still fighting. My Dad has never tolerated my Grandmother. My Mother wants everyone to get along, and it will never, ever happen.

It's depressing, really. My Dad seems to have no awareness of why I might still be upset that he chose to pick a fight with me while I was burying my pet. My Mother is stretched way too thin.

But it's over now and I'm home and drinking a nice, tall glass of vodka. Nothing like alcohol to wash away the stench of family.
Tags: alcohol, dad, death, family, fighting, grandma, molly, mom, parents, thanksgiving
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