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Friday, November 26, 2010

Here it goes, my young son called at the last min. and begged me to come see him, said I was invited for dinner at my granddaughters other grand moms. My Mom could come too he said. Mom refused. Anyway, I decided to get up and take my time and drive the 3 hours, I would go to the huge gym there in the city when I got there. My son is a chef and he had to work the dinner shift.

The sun was out and it was a great drive. I got to gym after seeing my son, could not find my cell phone, the new one my older son just mailed me. Long story short, I drove over it cracked the crystal. After my son got off work at 8, we went to the A T & T store for a new phone. My other son does not believe in insurance. Plus the phone was free for him. That was the first night I got there.
Next morning heard my son talking on phone to Donna the grand mom, and then Tasha the Mom of my Grand daughter, so the story was I was not invited, Tasha did not want me there. So my son went and got Savannah, I spent 2 hours with her, then left at 1 in afternoon for the 3 hr drive home on thanksgiving. It was not how I thought I would spend the holiday. People wonder why it is hard for me at times, I have a very dysfunctional family, and I can feel not wanted or loved at times.

I ate for comfort for years. I am learning how to deal with this. The holiday was a bust for me mostly. But I did get to see Savannah and I gave my son her Christmas presents so they will not have to be mailed. Plus I went shopping for my Mom and sister and got them both things they wanted.
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  • PLPEEP
    So sorry your Thanksgiving turned out this way. At least you tried to be with the family, and you were able to spend some time with your son and granddaughter. How sad that we can't all get along especially on holidays and when young children are involved.
    3467 days ago
  • MINDFULFILLNESS
    Glad you let us know what happened. That's really tough----having your son invite you and then get there and become uninvited! It is good you got to see your granddaughter, though.

    Families can be so difficult. This is why I choose not to be with family on Thanksgiving. It's so much easier to just be with friends. My boyfriend and I go to a potluck with friends every year. There is one family member who is there also----my boyfriend's cousin. Funny, she left him a voice mail at two in the morning where she was crying after the potluck. Family/drama do go so "hand-in-hand". I don't mean to sound so crass but, from a distance and with perspective, it really does look ludicrous, the things that families find to quarrel and bicker and cry about. My goodness!

    Good for you for not caving in to emotional eating. I'm impressed TREMENDOUSLY!
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    3467 days ago
  • MARSHASTAR
    so sad. That is not your fault. You've wised up about the eating, and you have many friends here who empathize and sympathize . .
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    3467 days ago
  • no profile photo CD5195119
    I'm so sorry that happened to you on Thanksgiving. I can't imagine what that felt like for you, but I can offer you my unconditional friendship and support. Family drama can be harsh and cruel and happen at the most difficult times...but know that you are loved...by all of your fellow Sparkers!! ~huge hugs~
    3467 days ago
  • DOROTHYBERO
    How can people be so cruel - I too come from very dysfunctional family but we never turn anyone away!! emoticon Glad you got to spend some time with your son and granddaughter though!!
    3467 days ago
  • no profile photo CD5198989
    How sad but I'm glad U got some enjoyment. Hope Christmas is better for U!
    3468 days ago
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