This past Thanksgiving was a little odd around my place. Since my divorce the Holidays are just a bit different. Not bad in any way just different. This year my youngest went with her dad for Thanksgiving day. They went up to his sister’s place and she got to hang out with all her cousins.
To add-on to the offness of Thanksgiving this year, my oldest daughter decided to drop the bomb a week before that she would be moving out-of-state to go live with a new boyfriend the week after Thanksgiving. She would leave her daughter here with the baby’s dad and take off. Oh, and she met this boy online, playing Xbox. I have come to terms that it is her life as she is an adult now. As long as my granddaughter is not in any danger I am not going to waste my breath any longer.
Back to Thanksgiving. I celebrated on Saturday. I had my turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and Mince Meat pie. Oh and my Insulin! My oldest daughter, granddaughter, my granddaughter’s dad and my youngest daughter all pigged out. As my youngest daughter put it they acted like nothing was wrong, like nothing was changing. It was all just a tad bit off.