Worst. Thanksgiving. Ever.

I think I will go on record to say that this Thanksgiving was the worst Thanksgiving ever.

It all started at my parents' house...I offered to help my mother cook and clean because she always bitches about how no one helps her and she does ALL the holidays...and "why can't your sister do it sometimes?". UGH. She knows how to manipulate/Catholic guilt me into helping her. I know I'm doing it out of the kindness of my heart and I do love my mother and want to help her, I just wish she would give it a rest sometimes.

So the family came and mom was bitchy which made dad all bitchy. Then the turkey wasn't cooked all the way so my sister started bitching. Once we ate, I promptly excused myself and fell asleep on the couch. I've had an exhausting and stressful week filled with wedding planning and constant questioning on top of all of the tension in the house and turkey in my belly and I just couldn't take it anymore. I was rude and spent the afternoon dozing. When I woke up my mother made sure to tell me how rude I was.

ONWARD TO D's HOUSE!

Yes, we eat two Thanksgiving dinners. I typically hate myself whenever we come home because everyone feeds us constantly. I feel bloated and disgusting as I type this and it's been a full 12 hours + since I've eaten a thing. It's not good for our weight loss goals to come home, either. We always fall off the wagon when we're here, no matter how hard we try.

Anyway, we walked in to the house to find D's cousin taking pictures of our newest cat (oh yea, I haven't written in a while...we took in another stray. She is fucking adorable but I don't know if she's ever going to get along with our cats. We love her though, so we're trying to make it work. For those who don't know, that brings the count up to 4 cats). She was trying to be nice and help us find a home for her (because we lied to everyone and told her we weren't keeping her even though we are). D was unbelievably pissed. He doesn't like it when people try to sieze control from him (big surprise) and go over his head. I think she was just trying to help, but D had already told her to back off, that we were taking care of it, etc. He sat in angry silence during the cocktail hour before dinner and when his cousin burst into the room to say she found a home for the cat, D kind of went off. I don't think he said anything rude, just basically said stuff like stay out of it, she's our responsibility, stop pimping out my cat, but she stalked off like a 5 year old so everyone looked for her and felt sorry for her because D "hurt her". Christ. D tried to apologize at the end of the night (even though I don't think he should have) and she slammed the door in his face. Wow. Talk about a drama queen. It's just disgusting the way his family feeds into this childishness. Now D is being guilted from all sides and feels awful because everyone is taking his cousin's side. I feel like D is the only true adult here. We've outgrown this place and want out. The wedding planning is not making it easy to leave it all behind.

Once everyone left, I started to do some laundry. I dropped something and when I went to grab it I slipped and twisted my body in the wrong way. I fucked my stabilizer muscle? I don't know. It feels like I'm being stabbed whenever I move and it's a little hard to take a deep breath without wincing  but I'm trying not to be a bitch about it because I have so much crap to do. I'll probably make it worse, but whatever. I've been having really bad neck problems for a while because of how I sleep. I need a custom pillow or something. Or a straightjacket because I flail so much and sleep in the most odd positions. So I spent a good amount of time lying on the floor trying to make the pain go away. It hasn't gotten better yet.

/rant over.