Post-Thanksgiving trauma and drama

I guess if Julie tags, that means I must respond.

I could write a feel-good piece and say I'm thankful to live in a country with freedoms not known many places. Or that my husband is the perfect man. Or that my chosen career fills me with satisfaction. Or that I have a roof over my head. These are all true. But, they are also not quite true, because it is not actually what I feel. The truth I come away with this holiday is much more gritty. It is the truth of my family.

My family gives the most reasons to be thankful. They are complicated, stubborn, distant, smart, full-of-life, never give up, always right, never perfect, loving, caring, compassionate,the whole bag of human strengths and frailties. We laugh together, we party together, we cry together, we chill together. And we fight. I am usually on the opposite side of everything and everybody. Pushing boundaries is apparently my purpose in life. Despite this, I love them.

And with my family, I am also accepted (if sometimes grudgingly). They understand that I am complicated, stubborn, distant, smart, full-of-life, never give up, always right, never perfect, loving, caring, compassionate, the whole bag of human strengths and frailties. They love me anyway. Who else would bother to love such an outcast? It's hard work. So, thanks to my family!