My Thanksgiving

Well, it wasn't that bad. But like I said before I went to Maria's with a sick stomach. I was so sick from my nerves. I was so afraid that there was going to be drama. I was also upset to think that my Mom was not going to be there and that her and Donald were eating an all you can eat turkey buffet at a freaking truck stop. Oh well...Seriously, Maria should have invited them.


Anywhoo, Tony the kids and I got there about an hour before Jerry and Kristie. I brought a homemade apple pie, a pumpkin pie, beer bread with the cheesey garlic dip and some beer bread biscuits. My stuff was wonderful!! I like to get there a little early to offer help and get the kids settled.

Jerry and Kristie walked in and there was tension. Huge can't breathe, give me an inhaler, get me the fuck outta here tension. I went and sat on the floor between Tony's legs and he rubbed my hair. He is so warm and perfect. I of course said hi, but it was weird there was no hug hello or the old comfortable feeling. And I wanted to cry and just go home because I hated it. But I didn't. I stayed for my children who were happy as hell to see Uncle Chippy and Auntie Krissy...And I stayed for Maria because she loves it. And I stayed for Tony because that is his Mom and his brothers.

We served up our plates. I am always last to serve myself because I had to serve the boys. Tony ususally helps me but Maria is hispanic and it is her feeling that the Mom should feed the children and Tony knows that I don't want her to put me down so I would rather serve all three children before myself while he serves himself. Otherwise at home we would have been doing the serving together. So, it ended up being just me and Kristie in the kitchen serving our plates alone. She went to walk past me and grabbed me around the neck and started crying.

She was sobbing and telling me that she was sorry. Kissing my face (we are Italians...we kiss) and rubbing my hair. She said that she wanted her sister back. I told her that it was okay and that I love her. I do love her. We are family. Like it or not we are family and I cherish family. So I accepted her appology and I kissed her back on her cheek.

We had dinner and I hated the food. Except the potatos and the asparagus. Everything else was blah to me. My apple pie fucking rocked ass though! And so did my beer bread biscuits!

When we were getting ready to leave I told Kristie that it hurt my feelings a lot that she had told people that I was lying. And she knows. I told her that it took a lot for me to do what I did. And she actually thanked me for doing what I did because she knows that she was in another downward spiral.

So all is right in the De Anda world again people...woo hoo!

Happy Thanksgiving!