What is your worst Thanksgiving holiday story?

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We've all had tough holidays, and Thanksgiving can be especially hard since it's just a long weekend. Travel, family pressures, traditions to uphold, expectations of perfection -- something is bound to give.

Our friends at TravellingMamas.com are hoping you can share your worst Thanksgiving story with us. If you've already blogged about a Thanksgiving nightmare, all the better! Just post a synopsis here and a link to your blog. The moms over at TravelingMamas will read through this list and compile the "Mother of All Thanksgiving Nightmare Posts" on their site, linking back here or to your blog.

So what are you waiting for? Start venting and have fun!

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Permalink Reply by Jennifer Texada on November 3, 2008 at 3:07pm: My mother and father drove out to visit us for Thanksgiving. My youngest was about 3 months old, and my oldest was about 8. I had just ended maternity leave, my Husband was not working and I had gotten in a car accident about 2 days before they arrived. I guess my mom thought that this was as good a time as any to criticize my home, family problems and Thanksgiving dinner preparations. On Thanksgiving morning after about the 10th criticism. I flipped my lid and told her that if she did not like the way that I did things she could go spend the holiday elsewhere! Well that made her very mad and she stormed out, got into the car and demanded that my father drive her 300 mile to spend Thanksgiving with my brother... The bachelor. I was nice enough to pack up my pies and the few sides that I had already prepared for my dad to take with them. That was probably the worst Thanksgiving ever, but it was the first time I ever really stood up to my mother. Ever since, she is very careful with her criticisms toward me!; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Neecie on November 3, 2008 at 3:23pm: Ok, so I can't say that I've ever really had a bad thanksgiving, but...i can say that I have had many funny ones. So, I'm not the best baker in the world, and I tried to make this awesome cream cheese flan for my family. Well, something was wrong with my mom's oven (I swear it was the oven and not me), and it completely undercooked the flan, so when I flipped it onto the serving dish it totally went to mush. It looked like chunky throw up to be descript.

But, my dearest friend tried it anyway to be nice. Right before it was flushed down the toilet! Luckily, it wasn't the only dessert we had for the night!; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Noreen on November 3, 2008 at 8:21pm: My worst Thanksgiving was in 1999, just a little over a month before my daughter turned 4, and about two weeks before Thanksgiving my mom died. As you can imagine, it put a damper on the whole holiday season. She lived a long and productive life and, thankfully, didn't suffer. She was a great cook and days like Thanksgiving were a great joy to her because she was able to cook for the whole family. No one else was allowed to contribute (that was the hard part actually)!. Ever since then, Thanksgiving just isn't the same - we still have not made our own tradition! It's not a sad time too much any more, but we just kind of drift around Thanksgiving.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Jennifer A. on November 5, 2008 at 6:27pm: Hmm, it would be a toss up between 2001 when my grandma died three weeks before Thanksgiving and my uncle kept bringing it up.
Or it would have to be last year, when same uncle declared that a quinceanera is just an excuse to allow teenage girls to get pregnant. It would have to be at the time when my Hispanic hubby wasn't home (still at his family's house) and my father had to run back to their house to get something. So pretty much, I got attacked when no one was there to back me up.
Same uncle is no longer speaking to me because of my blog, so maybe he won't show up and make a fool of himself this year.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by SValleydiva on November 7, 2008 at 5:18pm: By far, the worst Thanksgiving I experienced was the first time I flew from San Jose, CA out to Pittsburgh, PA to be with my then boyfriend and to meet his family for the first time. I had a layover in St. Louis but the fog was so thick that day they had to delay all flights. So I was stuck in the St. Louis airport for like eight hours, AND, I started getting the flu. So, I was stuck there, miserable and they only thing the air line offered me was a free meal voucher (um, was sick, so no thanks!).

By the time I got to Pittsburgh I was so worn out and exhausted I didn't want to be around anyone. And the best part? Well, he was living with his parents so of course I had to meet his entire family.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Ellen on November 8, 2008 at 8:25pm: Alright, here's one for you: My husband has a younger sister who for the longest time was trying to find herself. One year, during her Goth period, we invited her over for Thanksgiving. Alone. She came with a girl I can only describe as STRANGE. OK, I could care less if you want to dye your hair pink, but she was really loud and awkward and I just plain wasn't happy having to share my intimate family dinner with this chick. Anyway, in the middle of dinner she left the table and was gone for like a half hour. Finally, my husband's sister went to find her, came back and informed us that the woman had some sort of stomach issue, had clogged the toilet, sewage all over the bathroom (I can just hear all of you saying EWWWWWWWW as I type this). Worst part: This woman was using tissues to try to clean it all up. My husband ended up mopping everything. A Thanksgiving to remember!

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Permalink Reply by Lynn Turner on November 10, 2008 at 6:43am: Denise Mestanza-Taylor said:
I don't know if my story is as bad as some of the others posted, but it's heartbreaking. Last Thanksgiving, I wanted to say a prayer and give thanks for all our blessings. My DH was annoyed that I wanted to say a prayer and scoffed at me for it. Then, my dad chimed in and chastised me for wanting to say a prayer before our feast. I was really taken back by their rude behavior, but more importantly what they modeled to our children. So, instead of giving thanks, we argued about whether it was necessary to say a prayer. As you can imagine, I became very upset and reminded them that Thanksgiving is THE day to give thanks and prayer is the means to which you do it. Despite my attempt to shame my DH and my dad, the damage had already been done and I found myself fighting the prayer battle with my children at the next family dinner.

OMG, that is horrible. I'll be you were fit to be tied! Really sorry that happened and I hope this Thanksgiving is much better. After all it is called "Thanks Giving" for a reason.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Lynn Turner on November 10, 2008 at 6:53am: In all my 49 years I can't remember ever having a bad Thanksgiving. There were times when deciding which family member's house to visit and REALLY awful cooking were issues but I always seemed to be able to get pass the little annoyances and enjoy the spirit of the holiday. I just love holidays--especially family-focused holidays and I must admit that I've always been more than a little idealistic and optimistic (character flaw..lol).

This Thanksgiving holiday has me a little nervous, though. It will my first Thanksgiving as a newly separated woman, in a completely new town with no friends and no close family. I'm trying to decide if I'm going to cook a meal for myself or cozy up to perfect strangers for a plate...lol. So, twittermoms, if you live in GA, near the 30034 zip code, consider inviting me over. I have perfect table manners and will even help clean up after the meal :>).; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Jane Birch 11 hours ago: One year me and my husband decided to forgive my son for coming out at a party we were haveing for are daughter and making us feel like the worst parents for making him hide his sexuality. I convinced my husband to go to my sons and let Him and His boyfriend cook for us my Husband did not like the fact my son was gay but loved me more and agreed for me. We were all sitting at the table when we heard some shouting and banging on the front door then the door smashed in. Three guys were standing there with guns shouting where my money it turned out my son owed a lot of money to them for Crystal meth. My husband gave them about 600 dollers to them but they said my son owed almost 3000 dollars. One of the men grabbed my son but a gun to the back of His head bent Him over the table then raped Him why we all watched. The rest of the guys were takeing stuff out of the house only stopping to take there turn to rape my son and His boyfriend. when it was over they left and telling us they be back for the rest of the money and if we they did not have it they would rape them again till the debit was settled. My son begged us for the money and to not call the cops but my husband just spit in His face told my son He just cost Him 600 dollors and thats what He deserve for being gay. My husband walked out and soon after sent me on a a spa trip for my birthday with my daughter when I came home the house was almost empty except for a note. The note read this is what you get for the worst thanksgiving I hope you die in a gutter along with your gay son.; ▶ Reply to This