So, yesterday was Thanksgiving. Since my family doesn't know who I truly am, I hated it. At first, it was lightly okay. I hate it when they call me by my real name because I hate it. Not only that, but on my way to my grandmothers house, my mom was talking about how bad gays are because the Bible says that a man should not be with another man and instead with a woman.

We had to have 2 dinners because my cousin was coming in and we couldn't wait until 8 to eat, so we ate at 2. I thought that there was just going to be a few more people. But no. There were so many people that I didn't know. I had a panic attack and felt like I didn't belong in my family. I was forced to wear a dress and I was over dressed. I felt like I wasn't in my own body. And I couldn't go outside because it was 15 degrees outside. I tried going upstairs (My grandmothers house is one of those one story houses, but the basement is finished to the point of no one goes on the first level) but then I forgot that there were people that haven't seen the renovations to upstairs. I was away from people for 10 minutes before people took over. And my grandma's house (Besides downstairs) is basically just for looking. We can't touch the pillows, we can't put anything on the table, we can't eat at the dining room table, we can't lean up against the couch. It was too much. I went downstairs and into a small room that has a few young cousins in it. I thought it would be fine, but they started trying to see what I was watching on my computer. They kept on turning off the lights and shouting. I couldn't leave the door closed because the parents wanted it open. I just hated Thanksgiving this year.

Anyway, how was your Thanksgiving, if you celebrate it. If not, how was your day?