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<p>I hate Thanksgiving, I hate it, I hate it.</p>
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<p>Growing up, I used to LOVE Thanksgiving. My mom, grandma, and uncle were all the family I had, and we enjoyed Thanksgiving together. Uncle died when I was 5, and when I was 8 my mom met my stepdad. Once she met him, we had one more Thanksgiving at home and the rest were at my stepfather's mom's house. (My grandma lost her tastebuds and saliva due to radiation for throat cancer, so she didn't enjoy Thanksgiving and preferred to be left out of it). My stepdad has a big family- two sisters, and three brothers, plus a few spouses and children and his mother. It was fun, because it was a chance to get to see everyone. We always at dinner at 2pm and enjoyed family time during the rest of the day (everyone would leave between 5-6pm). When I was 15, my grandma passed away, and when I was 16, my mom passed away. I spent the next Thanksgiving with my father and his wife's family (never really knew my dad growing up by went to live with him when my mom passed as I was only 16). Later that night I went to DHs house or Thanksgiving.</p>
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<p>The next three Thanksgivings, including this one, were spent at my DHs family's house, which is where I currently live (just on a different floor). Everything is hectic, dramatic, and we don't eat dinner until around 9pm (this year was a little different and we ate around 7).</p>
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<p>Today was ridiculous. DHs father decided to paint my DHs 16yo sister's room today (around noon) so the entire house smelled like paint. No one knows how to cook a turkey and no one was willing to take any advice from me (a seasoned Thanksgiving turkey helper!) so we ate a turkey that was so dry we nearly choked. Before dinner was served, DHs mom and his uncle got in a fight, because we were all waiting upstairs for my MIL and SIL to join us. DHs uncle sent her a text asking her to hurry up (his uncle and his wife came only under the condition that we'd eat at 6pm because their kids (who both have some SN) have very specific early bedtimes. I came downstairs to get something, and MIL informed me about the text and started going off swearing about f her brother and f his wife and if her kids were that picky about their meal/bed/whatever time then f them too because "we don't have schedules and we like it that way i'm not going to schedule my life, dadadada". She also started getting angry that her brother didn't help her with anything and that she had to do all of the shopping and that he was just "sitting there". </p>
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<p>Anyways, I left as soon as she said f the kids, and later on, after waiting to eat dinner for another hour because of MIL, she came upstairs and we had to wait awhile longer because she started crying and made a big scene. She exchanged some mean words to DHs uncle's wife, I believe, and locked herself in a room for others to drag her out.</p>
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<p>Things were just totally ridiculous and I didn't enjoy myself one bit. </p>
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<p>I spoke to my DH about this and he told me that Thanksgiving is pointless with his family. His main reason is that most people, on Thanksgiving, get together with family that they don't usually see. With DHs family, most of us live in the same house and we all see everyone else who doesn't live her MULTIPLE times per week. His second reason is that no one gets along, no one watches their children, and everyone's drunk. Fun fun fun...<br><br>
Anyway, we left and our kids are going to be shortly. Everyone else (with the exception of DHs aunt and uncle and their kids) is still upstairs still eating and drinking and fighting.</p>
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<p>I just don't like Thanksgiving (or the Holidays) anymore. I miss having my family. I feel like everything just fell apart and nothing will ever be the same. I can't wait until my kids are grown up so they and their families (if they choose to start families) can come over for Thanksgiving.</p>
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<p>Anything I can do to help myself love the Holidays again? My mother was just so wonderful and the holidays were "our thing". Everything is so different and I just can't stand the ridiculousness of everything. Ahh!</p>
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<p>Growing up, I used to LOVE Thanksgiving. My mom, grandma, and uncle were all the family I had, and we enjoyed Thanksgiving together. Uncle died when I was 5, and when I was 8 my mom met my stepdad. Once she met him, we had one more Thanksgiving at home and the rest were at my stepfather's mom's house. (My grandma lost her tastebuds and saliva due to radiation for throat cancer, so she didn't enjoy Thanksgiving and preferred to be left out of it). My stepdad has a big family- two sisters, and three brothers, plus a few spouses and children and his mother. It was fun, because it was a chance to get to see everyone. We always at dinner at 2pm and enjoyed family time during the rest of the day (everyone would leave between 5-6pm). When I was 15, my grandma passed away, and when I was 16, my mom passed away. I spent the next Thanksgiving with my father and his wife's family (never really knew my dad growing up by went to live with him when my mom passed as I was only 16). Later that night I went to DHs house or Thanksgiving.</p>
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<p>The next three Thanksgivings, including this one, were spent at my DHs family's house, which is where I currently live (just on a different floor). Everything is hectic, dramatic, and we don't eat dinner until around 9pm (this year was a little different and we ate around 7).</p>
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<p>Today was ridiculous. DHs father decided to paint my DHs 16yo sister's room today (around noon) so the entire house smelled like paint. No one knows how to cook a turkey and no one was willing to take any advice from me (a seasoned Thanksgiving turkey helper!) so we ate a turkey that was so dry we nearly choked. Before dinner was served, DHs mom and his uncle got in a fight, because we were all waiting upstairs for my MIL and SIL to join us. DHs uncle sent her a text asking her to hurry up (his uncle and his wife came only under the condition that we'd eat at 6pm because their kids (who both have some SN) have very specific early bedtimes. I came downstairs to get something, and MIL informed me about the text and started going off swearing about f her brother and f his wife and if her kids were that picky about their meal/bed/whatever time then f them too because "we don't have schedules and we like it that way i'm not going to schedule my life, dadadada". She also started getting angry that her brother didn't help her with anything and that she had to do all of the shopping and that he was just "sitting there". </p>
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<p>Anyways, I left as soon as she said f the kids, and later on, after waiting to eat dinner for another hour because of MIL, she came upstairs and we had to wait awhile longer because she started crying and made a big scene. She exchanged some mean words to DHs uncle's wife, I believe, and locked herself in a room for others to drag her out.</p>
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<p>Things were just totally ridiculous and I didn't enjoy myself one bit. </p>
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<p>I spoke to my DH about this and he told me that Thanksgiving is pointless with his family. His main reason is that most people, on Thanksgiving, get together with family that they don't usually see. With DHs family, most of us live in the same house and we all see everyone else who doesn't live her MULTIPLE times per week. His second reason is that no one gets along, no one watches their children, and everyone's drunk. Fun fun fun...<br><br>
Anyway, we left and our kids are going to be shortly. Everyone else (with the exception of DHs aunt and uncle and their kids) is still upstairs still eating and drinking and fighting.</p>
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<p>I just don't like Thanksgiving (or the Holidays) anymore. I miss having my family. I feel like everything just fell apart and nothing will ever be the same. I can't wait until my kids are grown up so they and their families (if they choose to start families) can come over for Thanksgiving.</p>
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<p>Anything I can do to help myself love the Holidays again? My mother was just so wonderful and the holidays were "our thing". Everything is so different and I just can't stand the ridiculousness of everything. Ahh!</p>