Next Thursday, the fake fiancé’s parents and my Mom will be here. We had a grand plan. Both sides of the family were going to meet for the first time at Thanksgiving, but then life happens and family convenes in the Minnesota hobbit hole otherwise known as my apartment.
I’m glad they’ll be here. Their presence is definitely wanted and frankly needed at the moment. Honestly, I think it might make Thanksgiving go more smoothly.
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