I'm glad you stopped by. Today is a very difficult day for me and by some strange coincidence I'm left with no-one to talk to.
I'm holed up in my office while my wife is blithely playing the domestic princess in anticipation of her lover's arrival. I think she's going to treat herself to the cinema and maybe a nice cup of coffee somewhere too.
Glad to see she's so happy.
(We're separated, but live close enough to each other to know what's going on at the other's domicile.)
You asked about our normal Thanksgiving plans. She's estranged from her family, so they are out of the picture. She's been basically hostile to my family for years, so it's been just the both of us at our little feasts.
What that means is that it's either her, me, and the damned OP, or I'm on my own this year.
I'm leaning toward the lone wolf thing.
I don't want to visit anyone this holiday. I don't want my family to know any more about this (in case things get better), and I really don't feel up to lying in answering any questions. Nor do I feel like giving thanks anyway, as stupid as that no doubt sounds. It's hard to realize how much you should be thankful for when your guts are turned inside out.
I've already looked into flying overseas, maybe to somewhere that doesn't have Thanksgiving, just to pretend that this little part of the world doesn't exist. But have you seen what last-minute ticket prices look like?
I guess everyone can tell that I'm thrown for a loop by this. I suppose I'll just have to stick it out.
I'll probably drive to a hotel and be properly miserable.
