Anonymous wrote:My saddest Thanksgiving ever was when my cousins were here and we went to their in-laws' for dinner (I usually host on Thanksgiving.) I had to eat my dinner from a paper plate. Decades later I still recall feeling like the hostess did not put in much effort and wishing I had stayed home.
Why are you hosting if you cannot bother to wash dishes by hand?
Really? Then it sounds like you’ve been blessed to have such wonderful Thanksgivings if this was the saddest one ever.
This reminds me of the phase one of my kids went through as a toddler. Everytime I told her she had to do something she didn’t want to (or couldn’t do/have something she wanted), she’d complain, “This is the worst day of my life.” I’d just hug her, and unfortunately having more perspective told her, that I hoped she was right, that I would be thrilled if the day that she had to put away her toys, take a nap, or not have candy before dinner, etc., was the worst day she would ever experience.