So last night during dinner I get a text and glance at my phone.  Ugh, Bratty McBratFace.  We have not communicated dierectly since I disengaged last year. At that time I told her I disliked her, disliked spending time with her, and was disengaging.  So not a lot of grey area in other words.

One of my perks at work are free Disneyland tickets from time to time.  Brattys text started like we were old chums.  'Heard DL was reopening, how great.  Are you guys planning to go soon'  And then just 'Hope you've been doing well'.

WTF.

Towards the end of 2018, when Bratty was struggling with her classes, she sought professional help and was referred to a psychiatrist.  The doctor prescribed some medication for Bratty and initially she reported feeling better.  She met Special Friend # 2 at a school mixer (so much for hunkering down, as Bratty’s social media posts were all filled with undergrad college events and mixers). 

At the beginning of 2019, SO had located a therapist and scheduled an appointment.  We both had the same goal of improving our communication related to Bratty as that was the only area of conflict we had.  The therapist was actually pretty good and started out with some background, etc.  Eventually we got into Bratty’s Thanksgiving visit.

I do love Thanksgiving.  It is really my favorite holiday because it so food-centered.  I don’t really like messing around with modern recipes and prefer the traditional ones:  turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, green bean casserole, etc.  I also do not skimp on using butter and cream because this is the one day of the year I want to be completely gluttonous.