It’s weeks after Thanksgiving and all the leftovers are finished and the stores are filled with toy hamsters and Wii and the sounds of Christmas. This was a particularly hard one for me this year, though a bit of family drama kept my mind preoccupied. As much as I love my family and all the dysfunction that comes along with our annual get-togethers, I wonder how it’s possible that no one passed around the memo to ixnay on the acsksonjay this year. I was assaulted from all sides. Aunts, cousins, uncles… Our breakup was a main topic of conversation at the dinner table and one I wasn’t particularly equipped to deal with. But bless my uncle and his free-flowing wine. I was able to give the abridged version of our split with zero emotion, fake smiles, and the false notion that I am in a really great place right now. I had to. It was that or cry into my pinot grigio and guacamole. I’m not sure, but I didn’t think anyone wanted to see that. [Read more...]