Thanksgiving is supposed to be about family, right? The warmth, the food, the laughs

Thanksgiving is supposed to be about family, right? The warmth, the food, the laughs, but for me it's always been a masterclass in passive aggression and favoritism. Serve with cranberry sauce. My name's Wesley. I'm 28. Live in a quiet little suburb outside of Denver, and I've spent most of my adult life trying to maintain a peaceful distance from my family. Not total estrangement, just enough space to breathe, but every Thanksgiving like clockwork, I get pulled back into the circus. Let me give you a quick picture of the cast. My mom, Deborah, is the kind of woman who treats perception like religion. If the neighbors think she's a perfect mother, then in her mind she is behind closed doors. That's another story. My dad, mark is a good man, but he's absent emotionally, always has been the kind of guy who lets the loudest voice in the room when just so he can go back to