Today, a day of thanks...was a shit show. Thanks, for that.

Every year, I spend Thanksgiving with my best girl Cat. We cook the bird, worry about gravy. Always get the problem solved. This year Dale decided he would come along. Not without a lot of moaning and groaning. He was mad because i didn't let him put the turkey in at 9 am.
actually.

i'm mad still.
He was such a cunt.

"we have to go hang out with your friends, best friends of a guy who raped you"

rape and thanksgiving don't go well in my world
so, i almost smacked him.
raised my hand,
he pulled over and ran
meanwhile my turkey in the back hit the floor

he sulked for awhile
i thought about catching a bus
i thought about maybe killing him
but i couldnt even smack him

he came back
and asked me to "have a good time"
always
When we got to Cat's
i was ready to bust down doors
I had to DRAG him there
kicking and crying
it didn't take long though
other woman convincing him to stay works
he bought a case of beer and kissed me
as if nothing ever happened

so i pretended nothing happened
i was pretty pissed off though
an hour prior he was crying because his pie crust failed
talking about rape
because its my fault his pie failed
i told him to not roll it so thin
so controlling
He did have a good time.