Matt and I made a decision then—next year, we’d host Friendsgiving instead. Invite people who respected the time, the energy, and the heart behind what we do. People who didn’t show up with empty hands and leave with full bags. People who brought laughter, kindness, maybe even a dish or two.
And we did.
It was perfect.
We cooked together. Ate together. Packed up leftovers as a group and split them up. No drama. Just warmth and good food and jokes that made your stomach hurt from laughing.
And yes—the containers stayed in my kitchen.
Sometimes, family isn’t who you’re born into—it’s who you eat pie with and trust not to rob your fridge.
If you’ve ever had a holiday ruined by someone’s entitlement, you’re not alone. But don’t let it make you bitter. Set boundaries, hold your ground, and remember that the people who see your worth will always find their way to your table.
Like and share if you’ve ever had to reclaim your Thanksgiving—or your peace.
