I used to love Thanksgiving.. until I met her. Every year since my husband and I have been together we've had to travel 9 hours to her home and share it with her. Last year he was mad at his mother (he goes back and forth nearly weekly) so we had a delightful Thanksgiving at his cousin's house just a few minutes away. ALL hell broke loose, even calling the cousin every whore in the book... telling my spineless husband that I guess you found a new mother now. Well this year I knew I'd have to see her but it couldn't be that simple... she is staying at my house for the entire Thanksgiving week. I am scared to death over her because she's such a liar. She has literally told people I am abusive to her when she and I are alone together. Yet another Thanksgiving ruined.... and its 5 weeks always... and I'm this worked up about it already.