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My Thanksgiving Is Reminding Me of a Mash-Up of Reba Episodes
“I’m a survivor”
This year, for the first time since Randy and I got married three years ago, we’ll be in different residences for Thanksgiving. He’s Maryland bound to see his family, I’ll be staying in Pittsburgh with my mom.
I made the offer to go with him and stay at one of the Maryland hotels. It seemed like a win-win. He’d be close to his family and could pop in for dinner on Thursday and for a few hours Friday morning.
I could get some writing done as I would be stuck in the hotel room with few distractions.
He quickly veto-ed my idea. “Why can’t you have dinner with us?”
Immediately a clip of Reba played in my mind “pencil in my eye, that’s what I’d rather do!”. I believe it’s from the episode where she finds out she’s co-chairing an event for her son’s school with her ex-husband’s new wife.
I’ve never really been accepted by his family and it’s painfully obvious every time I’ve gone down there to see them in the past.
There’s no follow through towards building a relationship. Also, it’s been rubbed in my face by not being invited to family events. Events I get to see posted all over social media: one daughter in law is accepted and one isn’t.
