the matriarch of my Thanksgiving is all "woe is me, what have I done wrong?" out loud but also silently somehow, because her youngest son isn't making the 1-hour drive to come with his girlfriend of 10 years who has been slowly isolating him from existing family and friends so that she can be co-dependent with him forever. It's dour but otherwise normal. I don't like Thanksgiving because the relatives that show up all bury themselves in devices or Hallmark movies and don't interact, yet my presence is expected. But I show up and you don't talk to me who's here, and would rather bitch about the son and GF absent.
I've seen worse raw deals, I can put up with it. Friendsgiving tomorrow will be better.