#im going to drown my sorrows in bucky bear

In not very surprising news, it turns out my parents both voted for Trump. Including my mother, who was pretty much the last person in that house who loved me as a human being.

My father heard me explaining that I was late because one of my students (age 10) had broken down in hysterics and I’d had to comfort him, and dear old Dad exploded at me for not being happy enough(!) about the election. Mom and I bolted out of the house so Dad and I wouldn’t escalate.

I took my mom out for coffee, told her I love her, played her some Lin-Manuel music she hadn’t heard (she loves Hamilton). I helped her shop for Christmas gifts for my niece/her granddaughter/my favorite human. We are still friends.

But I’m not invited for Thanksgiving anymore.