Short version: I'm only child, mom's total recluse, dad's whipped. Dad's hateful and uncivil GF has a son with whom we were going to dinner, and with whom I get along well enough to mask tension. He backed out, so she made Dad back out of plans. Last night at 5 pm. I live 3 hours from my old home, just left in May. I had an offer from my new neighbors; refused for my dad. Now it's a little too late to be asking to join.
PIty party? Yeah, well, I can't find a food pantry at this late hour in which to make myself useful. I have food, and some people don't. Still, I'd rather not be somewhere I don't belong, faking my winning smile until I almost feel it.
Anyone else feel this? Has resolved it, maybe?
2006-11-23
03:37:51
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