I thought about that first Thanksgiving, about how one ugly, humiliating moment ended up peeling back layers of lies and abuse none of us wanted to see.
Diane lost her audience. Richard found peace. Jason and I learned how to draw a hard line, even when it came to family.
And me?
I learned that I’m not some charity case who should be grateful for crumbs of respect. I’m someone who built a life from nothing, who can fill a table, who deserves to sit at it without being ashamed.
And yeah.
I can roast a turkey that would make even the snobbiest mother-in-law jealous.
Too bad she’ll never taste it.
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