20 years ago, on Thanksgiving 2001, all of my family was together at my parents’ home in Mesa, Arizona. All of us out here in Arizona, 2 1/2 months after the terrorist attacks of September 11th.
As I recall it was my mother, father, both of my sisters, my niece, and my brother. I had hoped that this would be the kind of thing where my family came together.
But, instead, it was another one of those times where my family was in the same place at the same time and my mother ruined it because she’s was an asshole.
This was the first family event that I had ever introduced somebody in my life to my family and that was a big mistake. I should’ve known better than to trust my mother. How stupid could I be?
Sometimes you go into things looking at them with positive intent, hoping and praying that what you’re staring at is a good roll of the dice.
Except, when you’re shooting for a seven but instead you’ve crapped out, snake eyes. Loser. pfft.
How does somebody do that? Let me tell you how: She ruined it because she was a selfish, self-centered, narcissistic asshole. And ruin it she did. Not just that one particular evening, no…
My mother ruined Thanksgiving for me and my guest, and in the process, my mother ruined the relationship that she and I had, all in one easy-to-follow narrative.
Be a person who is insanely jealous of anybody that could take your child away from you and insert copious mental health issues and what do you get? Exactly.
I had been dating my girlfriend at that time for about two months and thought well enough of her that I wanted to introduce her to my family.
I wanted her to be a part of my family. And I wanted my family to be a family. Or so I thought…
I shouldn’t have tried because the results will always be the same in this math equation. Not that crazy math the “woke” clowns do. Idiots.
No, in retrospect, I shouldn’t have tried because the cost turned out to be far more expensive than imaginable. Real costs, not made up 2+2=5 stupidity.
I lost any and all respect I had for my mother and this event ended our relationship. I just did not want to be around my mother any further.
I wish I hadn’t put my ex-wife through this experience. Seeing somebody you love crying at the Thanksgiving dinner table is exceptionally sad, and powerfully moving.
It was egregiously appalling and disgusting, completely uncalled for, and so tacky that Weird Al didn’t even dare touch it.
I’m not sure which is worse, that my mother had no idea of how offensive, insensitive, and batshit crazy she was acting or that if she did know, she continued knowing how much it would hurt me.
All of this just because my mother had to espouse the greatness and virtue of an ex-girlfriend of mine that my mother very much loved and adored.
Then again, everyone did. That gal was pretty fucking fantastic.
Burn it all down just to hold onto something or someone that you never were anchored to in the first place. Yup, that would be the modus operandi of my mother.
Thankfully, my mother is long dead now and there is no chance of her coming back, not even as a zombie because she was cremated. We made sure of that shit.
And yet, this wasn’t the first time my mother had pulled bullshit like this, but you’d have to go back to high school to go full circle. And we won’t be, tonight.
And now you can see kids, this is the reason I fucking hate Thanksgiving. Well, it just is another cog in the wheel of disgust and disdain that I have for humans.
Especially for those who think they have your best interests at hand.
