Well, that sucked…
Have you ever seen one of those holiday movies where the lovable but dysfunctional family gathers to celebrate and then a huge fight ensues…many tears are shed and stunning secrets revealed, but at the end they all recognize how much they love each other and smile over coffee? The best example that I can think of right now is this Holly Hunter movie called Home for the Holidays. It's a pretty great flick, although I've only seen it once or twice really late at night on cable.\
Anyway, my Thanksgiving was kind of like that, minus the heartwarming resolution at the end of the day. My mom and I had a humongous psychotic fight. My grandmother decided to join in. The boyfriend was unfairly picked on and caught in the crossfire. I spent most of the day in the bathroom. So fucking cliched and disappointing. Worst of all, I didn't even get to pig out that much. I had one measly plate of food and I could barely taste it because I was crying and shit.\
Sometimes I really feel like family isn't worth all of the fucking bullshit.\
Oh and a little while ago, the baby fell in the kitchen and got a fat lip.\
I really want to run away.
