You aren’t tired of your mother’s bullshit yet. Hang in there.

Yeah, it’s something I’ve slowly been trying. I live in another city away from her, even when I worked in the city she lived in, and I usually don’t see her often. Once every few months I’ll go do something simple with her, like shopping or a movie, otherwise all our contact is via phone.

That’s her to a T. Lol. Yeah, I’ve actually told her no more, since school starts back and I watch my best friend’s daughter in the mornings and take her to school on days her mom works.

Your mother is sounds like the kind who will suck your blood and complain about the taste. I hope your can continue to resist her guilt trips! Time to stop driving her, methinks.

Stop being “nice.” She doesn’t appreciate it, and as long as you are, she’ll never stop being so demanding.

You need to learn to say ‘no’. She’ll suck your blood dry if you don’t.

Mine worst Thanksgiving is happening right now. Woken up in the middle of the night by my wife who heard “scurrying.” It’s a Brooklyn brownstone, probably a mouse in the wall, I said and fell back to sleep. Woken up at 5am by the scurrying itself. Definitely in the bedroom, not the wall. I’m too annoyed to fall back…

Growing up, my family had a tradition for every holiday gathering. People would arrive at our house, we would eat, pour the homemade wine grandpa brought into the plants, then have to sit around the table to talk for about another hour (because that’s how grandpa’s family would do it when he grew up) then a board game…

Oh boy, i’ve got a doozy.

I was 19 and just found out that I was pregnant, this was my very first holiday away from home and it was also the first time I met my husband’s extended family. My husband was in Germany about to deploy to Iraq, so I stayed in the states and lived with his mom. I didn’t have a good relationship with my mom so this…

Thanksgiving dinner three years ago. I sat next to Buckley Carlson, brother of Tucker. Yes. I feel like this is horror story enough.

Weirdly, I happen to have very recently gone down an internet rabbit hole regarding them both — I was watching a ‘70s sit-com and heard that unmistakable Linus voice coming from some kid. He turned out great — happy hippie type. But he died in his 50s.

*sighs*

It was a common saying at the time; it means something like “I don’t usually act like this/it’s not socially acceptable to act this way, so let’s just blame it on the booze”. If you watch movies from the time period you’ll probably hear it there too.

Yes, context, thank you. I never, ever took that song as rapey, but I’m old and came of age in a time when you did not spend the night with your boyfriend without risk of being known as the town tramp. Of course, everyone would wink, wink, nudge, nudge but as long as you gave them a plausible excuse, you didn’t get…

I always took “say whats in this drink” to mean in that coy way “phew, this is a strong ass drink”.

I’m with everything Eldritch has to say about the song. The context is important, it’s about a woman wanting to spend the night but being scared because DUH SLUTTY MCSLUTTERSON. I’ve used the “I’m too drunk to go home,…

Ugh, just forget it. No point in explaining this every year.

I can see how the line would be creepy to 2015 ears but to 40’s/50’s ears it’s a joke line. Because there was a running joke that was popular in movies during that time where someone would say something scandalous/raunchy while holding a drink and then look at their drink and go, “Hey, what’s in this drink?” as in, “I…

I’m not! Jesus fucking Christ. Are you serious right now?

Okay, do you get why she’s saying no? They’re basically reherasing what they’re going to say to people and