When I was in the 3rd grade my mom sat me down to talk on thanksgiving day. I was really happy and jumped on my bed and she looked at me and said mina this isn't a happy thing and I looked at her and she told me her and ralph were getting divorced...I left for las vegas the next day and came back and he was gone.

A year later. I'm sitting in my room on thanksgiving day watching another man pack his things and move out of my house...

3 years later. My family is leaving the house and I spill soda on the floor. My moms ex boyfriends daughter offers to clean it up so I can say bye to my family. I say bye to them and come back to my moms ex boyfriend yelling at me about how I'm such a lazy ass. He grabs me and hits me and pushes me into the railing on my staircases, I'm left with bruises all along my back and ribs....

A year later. I'm laying on the floor of my room with an empty bottle of rum besides me and blood all over the floor....

Thanksgiving really isn't my thing.