So....it took us six bloody hours to get to the bloody location of the Turkey feast. Traffic out of Hampton Roads was never this bad when we were hurri-vacing, but it was awful for Thanksgiving. By the time we finally arrived at our destination we were all too tired to do more than mumble a few words at the relatives and head off to bed. The next day was the feast itself and we knew that Donald's mother
So anyway I did all I could to not be miserable. Used the SAD light, took the Vitamin D3, and tried to be as social as I could. Then Bess and I got sick. Yep. Stomach bugs are the Devil.
And it was all very uncomfortable as the N would do her passive aggressive thing
There was an incident with Bess and the N that I didn't realize had happened until later. Bess found out the N had recorded her after telling her that she wasn't recording her. So...the N violated her personal boundaries by doing this without her permission. Bess was very worried that the N would post said video taken very much without consent on Facebook. So as she's freaking out about that at home she asks if Donald or I should address the issue. My answer ended up being well she cares more about her relationship with you than with me, and Dad's asleep right now so why don't you just text her? Tell her what you told me.
So Bess did that and stood up for herself and got the whole mess sorted. But. She also now knows that her Grandmother will willingly lie to her. And I expect will probably lie to her again. So that relationship is now in the N's hands because Bess won't put up with tactics such as those. I've taught her over the years that manipulations such as those only hurt her and they're not worth her time. It will be very interesting to see how that all plays out.
Now if I can just get through this coming weekend when the N is coming out to give the kids their Christmas gifts. Thankfully I'll have lots of studying to do. At Starbucks.