I was pleasantly surprised with the way our Thanksgiving turned out. After so many dysfunctional in the past I’ve come to expect some sort of to unfold every time. However, this year was perfectly normal (by societal standards anyway):

No one got beat up, hell no one even argued; No one made huge scenes in front of all the neighbors; No one ran their arm through a car window trying to pull their significant other out of the car. No one was chasing after anyone with a 2 X 4. My mom didn’t go ape-shit, (she must be taking her and finally off the tweek. That’s something to be thankful for, let me tell ya.) Even the behaved perfectly. It was almost as if I stepped into a parallel universe.

I’m not complaining, I’m just in shock. I honestly enjoyed spending some time with my family, including my mother, *gasp*. She is still making a sincere effort to repair our relationship. I still feel guilty for having to commit her a few years ago, but then again I also still feel resentment toward her because of all the shit she has put me through over the years. Those things aren’t going to change overnight, but I am trying to forgive her.

Almost everyone was there. wasn’t though. He spent another Thanksgiving in . He was involved in a gang riot so he is back on level one, which means that he cannot make any phone calls or get face to face visits. I wish I could make him behave himself. I’m scared to that he is going to do something else and get even more time. He’s been locked up for almost five years. He has missed so much. I hurt badly for him.

On this day..