Day after Thanksgiving, and all I can say is, I'm glad that is over. I hope you all had a better Thanksgiving than I did.
Oh sure, the day started out fine enough. Got up early, got ready to go, got Al moving, finally, and got to Mom's right at one. I was starving by the time we ate at 3:00-ish. It was a good thing Al stopped at Dunkin Donuts on the way so he could get coffee and I got a ham and cheese flatbread sandwich for lunch. I'd have been dying for something to eat otherwise.
We finally sat down for a nice meal, and toward the end of the meal, Mom brought up Corri and her court case, and commented that she would probably go to jail if not for the fact that she is already in rehab. Dad mentioned something about her lawyer and not knowing whether or not she even had one, and I said yes, she does have one. Our cousin Jan found the lawyer through a friend of hers and recommended him to Corri. That's all I said. Dad asked if we knew the lawyer's name, so I supplied it. BIG MISTAKE.
Dad went off on me about withholding information about his daughter and how he cannot abide by anyone keeping secrets and not telling what they know. I told him I just found out about it myself the night before, which of course was a lie, but designed to smooth things over with him. No such luck. He REALLY went off on me to the point that he made me cry. Then Mom gave me a whispered bitching about how no one was supposed to know about Jan's involvement and she made me cry even harder.
I looked at Al, told him he was done eating, even though he had a plate full of food, and said, "We are leaving. NOW."
I was in tears as I put my shoes on and grabbed my coat, and mumbled a thanks for dinner, right before walking out the door. I cried all the way to the car and halfway home. A did his best to console me and kept telling me I did nothing wrong. I didn't say that Jan paid for the lawyer. I didn't say anything I shouldn't have. But Dad just went off on one of his tirades and then Mom joined him in the bitch fest. It was more than I could handle. I had to get the hell out of there. I wasn't going to stay for more abuse from either one of them.
It took me a LONG time to get over that. And Al took me to bed and we had a lovely time for a couple of hours before getting back up again. The situation was removed from my head for a little while, at least. Around 10:30 pm I went to bed, but I tossed and turned for an hour before getting back up once more. I had let the thoughts of yesterday invade my head once more and felt awful about them.
I told Al to leave the dishes for the morning, to take the trash out, and then come to bed because I just needed to be held. I also took a tranquilizer to help calm me down enough to sleep. Finally, with Al in bed and rubbing my back, holding me, I was mercifully able to go to sleep.
This was probably the worst Thanksgiving I've ever had.
I did get to talk to Corri for a few minutes because she called Al using one of her phone passes. He was the only one she hadn't spoken to yet, so she called his phone. She got her hair cut and colored dark with lowlights, but her hair is really short. She did the inverted bob like mine, only shorter. A very bold move for her. Kendra, the lady in charge of the rehab, said she can tell the difference in Corri this time, because she's talking and participating in group, plus she did that drastic hair change. She said she was proud of Corri, and I told her I am proud of her too. Then I gave the phone back to A to let him finish the conversation with her.
That was the one bright spot in my day. If I never have another Thanksgiving like that again, it'll be a relief.
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