Dreaded Thanksgiving visit
By mystyblu1
It's that time of the year again, the dreaded visit home, to once again, be the talk of the family. My life gives them so much to talk about, old maid, don't look like a model, stale job, no prospects, the list of topics is endless. I endure it all with a stiff upper lip, and five rum and cokes. last holiday, my cousins and I were smoking everything in sight, including the carpet, to get through the visit. It's so hard to sit there, and realize that, harsh as it is, the woman who brought me into this world will only truly love me when I am at a size that she approves. My sister is this size and the love that is showered on her, is boundless, while I am told how painful it is to watch me walk upstairs by one and all. My nephew refuses to go this year, brave soul that he is, I don't have the courage to say no. So I will go only it's going to be different, no more suffering in silence, my voice will be heard, yelling and screaming, love me as I have loved you all, unconditionally. Written November 11th, 2001 © on Nov 10 2001 04:00 PM PST 0 • 1
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