I thought I'd post this in a separate thread. I'm still fighting off my cold, so I have moments of feeling totally Blah. Here's how Thanksgiving worked.
I made three loaves of bread, all different kinds, and a pecan pie, which was very lush. We got everything loaded up. I even cleaned out the car a little. We were at my brother's house around noon.
My parents were there.
My father was cordial. My mother said not a single word to me the entire time she was there. She wouldn't taste of anything I'd brought. She didn't even acknowledge that I was there. She talked to M, mostly to comment on his grades and the fact that he was wearing a lighter weight coat and not a heavy coat. She'd brought a bunch of stuff for him. They left after desert. I don't know how long they'd been there before we arrived, but they only stayed about three hours.
The rest of the day was good. We played some games and ate some more, and generally had a good time.
Seeing my mother did make me feel a little anxious, but overall, I felt nothing. I felt absolutely nothing. I wasn't angry. I wasn't upset. I just felt nothing. M spent most of the time they were at my brother's in the basement watching TV and playing on the computer. My father asked me to come out, and I was thinking, "Not likely." My mom went on about her health problems and all of the people who wanted to drive her to have her biopsy this week. I just felt very apathetic about it all, like she was some sort of stranger, telling her story. I couldn't even feel sorry for her. I heard her at one point going on about how she would prepare various dishes and how she would do things and how she got everything ready. I just felt numb, for lack of a better word.
I enjoyed the day. I had a good time. I think M and the dog had a good time. And we're back home. I am considering going out to my parent's house on Sunday, not to visit, just to get some stuff. It's my stuff after all, and I would like to have it.
