When the only thing that may get you through dinner with your trump supporting family is tequila. It means drinking straight from the fucking bottle.
I knew this was going to happen when I came home and I was just hoping they would be somewhat quiet about everything. But, no. I got a leacture in the car from my father. It took all my will power not to just open the door and tuck and roll after telling him to stop and trying to change the subject.
I just can’t and may even consider changing my flight home at this point if they continue on like they did this evening. The worst part is I can’t even talk and confide with my own husband about all this because he doesn’t agree with me either. Sorry, Tom I know you’ll read this, but it’s true and it’s hard to not be able to talk to the one person I want to about this.
On a completely different note though, I went for a run. There are way more hills than I’m used too. I wore too many layers, but overall a decent run in my old stomping grounds.
Then got a cold brew with pumpkin cold foam, cause you know gotta be a basic bitch before all the pumpkin goes away again.
Then things just went downhill from there. But tomorrow is a new day. I have Netflix to watch or even maybe a Disney movie to just zone out on with and two shots of tequila in me. 😔














