I suppose I was lucky that I managed to go through Thanksgiving Dinner without getting absurdly mad at certain people in my family. Last three times before this that I was with them, my father treated me like I was crazy (for the record, he's a conservative without balls; gets his info from "the news"). It got to a point that I stopped communicating with him altogether, and I literally told my mother that "unless my grandfather (93, in nursing home, and weakening fast) is able to attend, I will not," as that was actually up in the air due to nursing home policy on "quarantine after an outing." A chance to see my grandfather in an actual family dinner setting was the ONLY reason I had for being there.

Honestly, I really am thankful that this community is around.