The day after Thanksgiving
Last night David and I talked about memories from childhood surrounding Thanksgiving. Surprisingly, neither of us have very clear memories.
One memory though was at my Aunt F's home. There were tons of kids my age and we all got to sit at the big table. I have a picture from that event somewhere. There was such a tremendous feeling of being loved. I always felt that in my Aunt F's house. She was a fierce protector of her daughters, so whenever I was around her I felt safe.
This year I ruined the Thanksgiving holiday for David. It was MY decision to go out. It was MY decision to go to the Casino and the buffet. Sitting at the dinner table in a throng of strangers it was like a veil was lifted ... I had been selfish and unfair to him ... dinner at the Casino was wrong for him. There is a time and place for everything, and this time in my unending quest of self-loathing I forgot about David.
Now, I have to wonder how many thousands of other ways I am being unfair to him. This whole journey has been unfair to him yet he stays. If I truly have anything to be thankful for this holiday it is David. His qualities are far to many to try and list here so I'll just leave it at he is an amazing man.
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