I agreed to spend proper thanksgiving at my parents' since my brother and his husband aren't coming over to take over the kitchen until tomorrow.
I should probably note that this is the first time I'll have seen them since they kicked me out.
Nervous is a bit of an understatement. I think I might throw up. I'm not sure how to approach this.
I should have asked if I was allowed to bring a guest, too. I think I might just show up with one anyway.
This is awful.
I can't tell you how many suits I've put on and then taken off again. It's like I want to make the best impression I can, to prove that I'm far better off without their toxic influence, but none of them feel quite good enough or like they're giving the wrong idea and I just...I don't know.
It's getting harder and harder to focus, and I can feel my feathers ruffling and my wings are kind of twitchy. I might make a run to Paris before at least, or somewhere in Italy. If I show up with a decent bottle of wine, but that might not matter either. They might just wonder how exactly I got it in the first place when really I'm just trying to be polite or...ugh.