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Let's crack on with today's first story, which comes from Horrible Wife 69 and says,

I the asshole for not cooking Thanksgiving dinner and spending the day at the beach instead.

I 27 female have solely been responsible for cooking Thanksgiving dinner for 20 plus people for the last

eight years. I do all the shopping, cooking and setting up.

Months before Thanksgiving, I start looking at grocery prices and tweaking recipes to fit dietary restrictions.

Caribbean family, vegans and pescatarians, meat eaters.

I also make enough for the college age kids to have leftovers.

I usually make three turkeys, two party pans of mac and cheese,

and a party pan of mashed potatoes, stuffing, green bee casserole, collard greens, yams, mini seafood

keishes, stuffed mushrooms, rolls, and a salad from scratch. I start making stocks and doze

Tuesday night. I bake my bread for stuffing and make my cheesecake and pies Wednesday after work.

Cook all day Thursday so we can sit down and start eating at by 4 so my aunts who work

the night shifts as nurses can enjoy.

Every year people invite unexpected guests and it becomes 30 plus.

I'll be okay with it if it were plus ones but

my mom invites her friends and their kids. My mom and aunt asked me to make additional turkeys

and some sides for their units. I never feel appreciated for everything I do to make it special

and accommodate everyone. This year I'm separated from my husband and I really don't feel like bending over backwards

cooking for people who don't even leave me leftovers to make a sandwich the next day.

This year I've decided not to cook and just spend my day at the beach, the only bonus to living

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