Thanksgiving Day 2001
I decided to wear my aquamarine necklace that day for the first time in many months. It finally didn’t hurt to think about who had given it to me. My grandmother complimented me on it, and I smiled and thanked her. The necklace no longer had power over me; I wasn’t angry or sad anymore.
The card sharks were all in top form that day. The card sharks are the rest of my family members who are all degenerate gamblers. Most of my family members cheat as well, but my mother is the exception to this rule. And in an ode to the karma gods, she always wins. Go figure.
I’m from the Midwest, so Euchre is our mainstay, but my family always played lots of games, especially on holidays. After a few hours of games, we would then decorate the tree and have pumpkin pie. My family never bothered with multiple types of pies. Why bother when pumpkin is so good?
After the pie I headed home from my parent’s house. As I was driving home, my thoughts began to wander. Earlier that week, a coworker had thanked me for my help on various projects. I had said something flippant in return, and I could tell he was peeved at my response to his genuine gratitude.
All I could think about was that people come into our lives for a reason, whether they choose to stay or choose to leave. And it is okay to be grateful for them either way.
I decided to call my ex-boyfriend. For once, I got straight to the point. I told him I was grateful for having him in my life regardless. He asked me if I was busy, and if I could stop by. When I got there, the cards were already on the table, and the drinks were already poured.
We spent the following Thanksgiving as newlyweds, together at my parent’s house.
*This post was written for Edward Hotspur‘s brainchild, Romantic Monday.