Thanksgiving Drama: Should Dogs Be Invited to Dinner Parties?
Thanksgiving Chaos Unleashed Over a Dog Should Dogs Be Invited to Dinner Parties? Thanksgiving is a time for gratitude, delicious food, and, let’s face it, a little drama. This year, one couple’s dinner plans turned…
![When Thanksgiving Gets Messy: 4 Stories of Family Drama Caitlin Farley By Caitlin Farley Dec 03, 2024 07:06 A.M. Shareshare-button Four unforgettable tales dive into the chaos of Thanksgiving gone awry. From unexpected acts of revenge to jaw-dropping family secrets, these stories of strained marriages, meddling mothers-in-law, and scandalous surprises show how messy family drama can turn even the coziest holiday into a battleground. Advertisement Thanksgiving is a time for gratitude, family, and... drama. In this collection, unexpected twists, simmering tensions, and bold acts of revenge turn holiday gatherings into unforgettable spectacles. Friends and family gathered for Thanksgiving dinner | Source: Pexels Friends and family gathered for Thanksgiving dinner | Source: Pexels Get ready for feasts full of surprises and a side of scandal! Before a Family Thanksgiving Dinner, a Stranger Sent Me Roasted Turkey with a Note: 'Thank You for Sharing Your Husband with Me' I was in the middle of preparing Thanksgiving dinner when the doorbell rang. I frowned and wiped my hands on my apron, muttering, "Who even delivers on Thanksgiving?" A woman with an apron in the kitchen, looking confused | Source: Midjourney A woman with an apron in the kitchen, looking confused | Source: Midjourney Advertisement Outside stood a cheerful delivery guy holding a box that smelled divine. "Special delivery," he announced, thrusting it into my hands and hurrying back to his car. I carried it inside and opened the box. Inside was a perfectly roasted turkey, and a note. A woman with a blue gift box | Source: Midjourney A woman with a blue gift box | Source: Midjourney "Thank you for sharing your husband with me! Happy Thanksgiving. XO, Kelsey." I read it twice as my brain refused to process the words. Sharing my husband? Was this a sick joke? I glanced at Ryan, who was glued to the TV. Taking advantage of his obliviousness, I picked up his phone from the counter. Advertisement He'd never given me his passcode, but I knew it was Peyton Manning's birthday. Not even our girls were as important as football. A finger typing a passcode on a phone | Source: Pexels A finger typing a passcode on a phone | Source: Pexels I immediately found messages from Kelsey that confirmed my suspicions. "Can't wait to see you later," her first message read. "Did she get the turkey yet? LOL. Can’t wait to see her face. Happy Thanksgiving, babe," read the second. That's how I discovered my husband was having an affair, and Kelsey was laughing at me. They'd both been playing me for a fool. But not anymore. I quickly devised a plan to get revenge. A woman looking at a phone | Source: Midjourney A woman looking at a phone | Source: Midjourney Advertisement We always hosted a large family dinner for Thanksgiving. Once everyone finished their main course, I stood and ushered the girls from their seats. I didn't want them to see or hear what was coming. I then fetched the mystery turkey in its fancy box. The room fell silent as I placed it in the center of the table. "Amelia, we just ate a whole turkey. Why did you make a second one?" Ryan's mother asked, furrowing her eyebrows. A couple looking confused at the dinner table | Source: Midjourney A couple looking confused at the dinner table | Source: Midjourney "This arrived earlier today," I announced to everyone at the table. "A special delivery for me from Ryan's mistress." Ryan's eyes bulged as the rest of the table swiveled their heads to him. Advertisement "What are you talking about?" he demanded, acting offended. I held up the note. "It's all here." His face turned as white as the mashed potatoes. A man looking shocked | Source: Midjourney A man looking shocked | Source: Midjourney "It's just some prank, Amelia!" "Oh, really?" I scrolled to Kelsey's messages and handed the phone to his mother. "Care to explain these texts, which seem to be from the same woman who signed the note?" His mother's expression changed as she read their conversation. "Ryan, what is this?" she asked, leaning over the table with a distraught face. Advertisement My liar of a husband sat quietly, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. An older woman looking sad | Source: Midjourney An older woman looking sad | Source: Midjourney Ryan's father slammed his fist on the table. "Answer your mother, right now! Are you cheating on your wife? The mother of your kids!" My husband looked down and started crying. "Amelia, we-we ne-need to talk about thi-this in private. Ple—" "Oh, we'll talk," I said, cutting him off. "But I have one more surprise." I reached under the table and pulled out a small bag containing a new set of locks and a piece of paper with a phone number scrawled across it. A business card on a Thanksgiving table | Source: Midjourney A business card on a Thanksgiving table | Source: Midjourney Advertisement I placed the items in front of Ryan. "This card has the number of my divorce lawyer, whom I'll be calling once this holiday is over. The locks are for the house, which I'm changing tomorrow. You have until then to pack your things. Kelsey can keep you all to herself. No more sharing!" With his tail between his legs, Ryan stood and walked out. For the next few days, he called and texted non-stop, begging for forgiveness. But I ignored every message. His family sided with me completely, which was a huge relief. A woman smiling with her phone in her hand | Source: Midjourney A woman smiling with her phone in her hand | Source: Midjourney By Christmas, I'd filed for divorce, and my daughters and I spent the holidays at my mom's house. I was sad that my in-laws would no longer be my family, but we'd always be connected through my daughters. Advertisement By the next Thanksgiving, I was with a wonderful new man, who woke up earlier than me to prepare the feast. He was a great cook and took charge of the kitchen while I got to rest for the first time in years. Since leaving Ryan, my holidays only got better, and that's what I want for anyone in my position. A woman looking happy at dining table | Source: Midjourney A woman looking happy at dining table | Source: Midjourney My Husband Threw $20 in My Face and Demanded a Thanksgiving Feast — He Didn't See My Revenge Coming Mike and I were happy when we got married two years ago. Then, he and his parents, Maureen and Richard, began treating me like their unpaid chef and housekeeper. So, of course, they all expected me to host Thanksgiving. Advertisement Thanksgiving dinner | Source: Pexels Thanksgiving dinner | Source: Pexels We'd only invited Mike's parents and his two brothers, but even a small Thanksgiving meant a mountain of expectations for me. Two weeks before the holiday, Mike took his laziness to a new level. We were going over our budget. Money had been tight lately. Tight enough that I'd been setting aside small amounts, knowing Mike's spending habits weren't exactly responsible. A woman holding money | Source: Pexels A woman holding money | Source: Pexels Advertisement He flung our last $20 bill at me. "Here, make Thanksgiving dinner with this." I laughed. "$20? That won't even cover a turkey." "Mom always made amazing dinners with no money. Figure it out." I couldn't believe it. For two years, I had poured my heart into this marriage, only to have him throw this in my face. A woman looking at her husband | Source: Midjourney A woman looking at her husband | Source: Midjourney Something in me snapped. I decided right then to show Mike just how clever I could be. That $20 Mike so generously offered stayed exactly where he left it. Instead, I dipped into my secret savings. Advertisement I wasn't just planning a dinner. I was planning a statement. A woman preparing food | Source: Pexels A woman preparing food | Source: Pexels I ordered a catered Thanksgiving feast from the best place in town. I also picked up beautiful table settings and decorations because if I was going out, I was going out with style. On Thanksgiving morning, the house looked like something out of a holiday catalog. Our guests arrived, and the compliments started pouring in as everyone loaded their plates. Then, Mike raised his glass. "To Alyssa, the best cook in the family!" he said. A person holding a glass | Source: Pexels A person holding a glass | Source: Pexels Advertisement I took a deep breath and stood, holding my glass. "Thank you, Mike. I'd like to say a few words before we dig in." All eyes turned to me. The room fell silent as my gaze shifted from Maureen to Richard, and then to my dearest husband. "This year, I wanted to make Thanksgiving truly special," I began. "You see, Mike gave me a generous $20 budget to work with, so I had to get a little creative." A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney Maureen's fork froze mid-air, and Richard glanced at Mike, who shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Meanwhile, his brothers exchanged awkward looks. They couldn't believe Mike expected me to prepare a lavish dinner with just twenty bucks. Advertisement "But while planning dinner, I realized it's not just about the food or the decorations. It's about the effort and respect that go into making a home feel like a family. And then it hit me… I've been doing this alone for two years." Mike cleared his throat. "Honey, maybe now's not the time —" A man sitting for dinner | Source: Midjourney A man sitting for dinner | Source: Midjourney "Oh, it's the perfect time," I said, cutting him off. "Because while I was cooking, cleaning, and making this house look perfect for you and your family, I also realized I deserve better." Maureen's face turned red. "Alyssa, we've always appreciated you —" "Have you?" I asked, my voice calm but firm. "Because it doesn't feel like it when you criticize everything I do or expect me to cater to you like it's my job." Advertisement An upset woman | Source: Midjourney An upset woman | Source: Midjourney Suddenly, Mike stood up. "Alyssa, you're blowing this out of proportion," he said. "Everyone's enjoying the meal. Let's not ruin the holiday, please." I smiled sweetly. "Oh, don't worry, Mike. This dinner is takeout from the fancy catering place you said we couldn't afford. It won't be ruined." Maureen and Richard looked at their plates like they'd been betrayed. A woman sitting in her son's house | Source: Midjourney A woman sitting in her son's house | Source: Midjourney Advertisement "Yes," I said. "Because I figured I'd give myself a break. And you know what? It was worth every penny." I set my glass down and turned to Mike. "Oh, and one more thing," I said. "This is the last Thanksgiving dinner I'll ever make for your family. You can figure out next year's meal on your own. Maybe Maureen can teach you how she manages to cook meals with no money!" A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney With that, I grabbed my purse and left. I drove to the park I used to frequent before I got married, pulled out the bottle of wine I'd packed, and celebrated Thanksgiving solo. The house was dark and quiet when I returned later that evening. The next day, Mike cornered me in the kitchen. Advertisement "You can't just walk out like that, Alyssa!" he protested. "You made me look like a fool." A man talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney A man talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney "Did I?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. "Or did you make yourself look like a fool by treating me like I wasn't worth more than $20?" His face turned red, and he muttered something about how his parents had been "too hard" on me. It was the closest thing to an apology I'd ever get from him, but it wasn't enough. Not anymore. A week later, I served him divorce papers. A man standing in his living room | Source: Midjourney A man standing in his living room | Source: Midjourney Advertisement In the following weeks, Mike moved out, and the house, once filled with tension and unmet expectations, became a place of peace. Soon, I decorated for Christmas, treating myself to a tree decked out with ornaments I loved. And for the first time in years, I was looking forward to the holidays. Because this time, they were mine, and I didn't have to worry about anyone else's opinions. A woman decorating a Christmas tree | Source: Pexels A woman decorating a Christmas tree | Source: Pexels My MIL Brought a Thanksgiving Turkey with My Photo on It — but I Got the Last Laugh My mother-in-law, Gloria, specialized in passive-aggressive domination. Compliments that weren't compliments, advice I didn't ask for, and little gestures like "correcting" my cooking mid-dish or bringing "extras" to dinners I'd painstakingly planned. Advertisement Two women in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney Two women in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney This brings us to Thanksgiving. After years of living in cramped apartments, Mark and I had bought our first house and were hosting for the first time. It was my moment to shine. Everything was perfect until Gloria arrived, balancing a covered dish like she was presenting the Olympic torch. "Hello, everyone!" she announced. "I've brought a turkey. Made it extra special for you." A turkey. Of course, she had. A woman holding a covered dish | Source: Midjourney A woman holding a covered dish | Source: Midjourney Advertisement "Thank you, Gloria, but everything's under control," I said, injecting as much calm as I could muster into my voice. Mark, my ever-diplomatic husband, placed a steadying hand on my shoulder. "It's fine, babe," he said, his tone soothing, though the flicker of panic in his eyes betrayed him. "We'll just have two turkeys. More leftovers, right?" I turned to him slowly, letting my expression do all the talking. Traitor. Three people in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney Three people in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney To my astonishment, dinner went well. But just as I started to believe I'd pulled it off, Gloria rose and clinked her glass for attention. "I thought it would be fun to add a little… personal touch to my turkey this year." Advertisement Slowly, she removed the lid from her dish. Her perfectly roasted turkey was adorned with a laminated photo of my face, pinned dead center into the breast. A turkey decorated with a woman's face | Source: DALL-E A turkey decorated with a woman's face | Source: DALL-E A collective gasp rippled through the room while Gloria stood there, beaming. "It seemed fitting since Stephanie's been such a turkey this year!" My face burned, hot and prickly, and my hands gripped the edge of the table until my knuckles went white. Humiliated doesn't begin to describe what I felt at that moment. A distressed woman | Source: Midjourney A distressed woman | Source: Midjourney Advertisement But this time, I wouldn't let her win. "Wow, Gloria, you really outdid yourself." I took a photo with my phone, letting the flash illuminate her smug expression. "Everyone's going to want to see this." Gloria blinked, clearly unsure of what to make of my reaction. She thought she'd won, but she had no idea what was coming. A vengeful woman | Source: Midjourney A vengeful woman | Source: Midjourney Gloria wanted attention? Fine. I'd give it to her. Later that evening, I created an event on Facebook titled "Gloria's Annual Turkey Roast," tagged all her friends, and uploaded the photos I'd taken of her masterpiece. The caption read: "Need a centerpiece for your holiday table? Gloria's custom 'turkey selfies' are the talk of the season! Book now for Christmas!" Advertisement A woman using her phone | Source: Midjourney A woman using her phone | Source: Midjourney The comments started pouring in within hours. One of her neighbors asked if Gloria could make a turkey with her ex-husband's face on it so he could "get a good roasting." Even her church group commented, but those were less enthusiastic. Some members remarked they'd be praying for Gloria. Another asked if Gloria would be bringing a "turkey selfie" for the Christmas potluck. A woman giggling at her phone | Source: Midjourney A woman giggling at her phone | Source: Midjourney Advertisement By morning, the post had gone viral in our local community. Gloria showed up at my door, red-faced and livid. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" she screamed. I smiled sweetly. "Oh, Gloria, I thought you'd love the attention! Everyone's raving about your creativity." "Those people are INSANE!" she spat. "I've gotten dozens of calls! Someone asked me to roast a turkey with their cat's face on it. Their CAT!" A deeply upset woman | Source: Midjourney A deeply upset woman | Source: Midjourney I bit back a laugh. "Well, maybe next time you won't use my face for your centerpiece. Actions have consequences." "You never should've made such a big deal about that turkey on Facebook. My church group is expecting a turkey with MY face on it for the Christmas potluck. You've humiliated me in front of everyone I know!" Advertisement Mark, who had been quietly watching, finally spoke up. "Mom, you humiliated her first. Be grateful she didn't print out a billboard." A man leaning in a doorway | Source: Midjourney A man leaning in a doorway | Source: Midjourney Gloria glared at him, then at me. "You're both impossible!" she hissed before storming out. Soon, the turkey story became a local legend. Gloria became known as "the turkey lady," and while she'd never admit it, her antics cooled after that. As for me? Thanksgiving in our house became a treasured, albeit infamous, reminder that sometimes revenge is best served with a side of humor. A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney Advertisement My MIL Showed Up to Thanksgiving Dinner Hiding Something Under Her Sweater — Everyone Went Pale When Her Secret Was Revealed Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. My husband, Jeff, teases me about it, but I know he secretly loves it as much as I do. Jeff and I met seven years ago through a mutual friend at work. We clicked instantly, moving from casual coffee dates to full-on dinners within weeks. Meeting each other's families soon followed. A man smiling | Source: Midjourney A man smiling | Source: Midjourney Jeff and I got married, and three years ago, we welcomed our daughter, Ava. My MIL, Linda, was always a reserved, enigmatic woman, but she was thrilled to become a grandmother. She doted on Ava with gifts and babysitting offers. Advertisement Life felt picture-perfect until last year when Ronny passed away suddenly from a heart attack. People at a funeral | Source: Midjourney People at a funeral | Source: Midjourney Linda was devastated. His absence left a gaping hole in her life. Jeff and I tried to support her as best we could, but grief has a way of isolating people. Over the months, she began withdrawing from the family. Whenever we invited her for dinner, she gave us excuses like "I'm not feeling well," "Oh, I have a few errands to run," and "I just don't feel like leaving the house today." A woman standing near a window | Source: Midjourney A woman standing near a window | Source: Midjourney Advertisement Then came Thanksgiving. I figured she'd say no when I invited her to dinner, but to my surprise, she agreed. "Wait, seriously?" Jeff asked when I told him the news. "Seriously," I said, grinning. "Maybe she's finally ready to come out of her shell." "Or maybe she's plotting something," Jeff joked, wiggling his eyebrows. I laughed, but deep down, his words stuck with me. Linda had always been unpredictable, and I couldn't help but wonder what had changed her mind. A woman talking to her husband | Source: Midjourney A woman talking to her husband | Source: Midjourney When the big day arrived, the house smelled of roasted turkey, candied yams, and freshly baked pumpkin pie. Everything was going according to plan until Linda walked through the door. Advertisement I knew right away something was wrong. She stood in the doorway, clutching a small bag of treats in one hand and her sweater tightly against her chest with the other. She looked super nervous. A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney She muttered a quick "Happy Thanksgiving" before dropping the bag by the door and excusing herself to the bathroom. That in itself wasn't strange, but then Linda locked the door behind her. She'd never done that before, not even when Ava had accidentally barged in on her once. It was out of character, and it made me curious. A doorknob | Source: Pexels A doorknob | Source: Pexels Advertisement When Linda emerged from the bathroom, I swear her sweater looked bulkier than before. She stiffly entered the dining room, keeping her arms crossed over her chest as if protecting whatever was beneath the thick fabric. I nudged Jeff. "Something's not right," I whispered. "What's she hiding?" He glanced at her and raised an eyebrow. "Uh, maybe she's smuggling the turkey she was supposed to bring." I rolled my eyes, but his joke didn't ease the knot of suspicion growing in my stomach. A person slicing the turkey | Source: Pexels A person slicing the turkey | Source: Pexels Everyone was enjoying their meals when we heard a faint rustle. At first, I thought it was the chairs scraping against the floor, but then Ava's voice rang out. Advertisement "Grandma, why is your tummy wiggling?" she asked. Linda let out an awkward laugh. "Oh, no, no, sweetie," she said. "It's nothing. I, uh, I had a big lunch earlier." A worried woman talking to her granddaughter | Source: Midjourney A worried woman talking to her granddaughter | Source: Midjourney Suddenly, another muffled sound came from her direction. This time, it was a soft, unmistakable "meow." "Did anyone else hear that?" I asked. We all looked at Linda, who avoided eye contact. "Mom, seriously, what's going on?" Jeff asked. "You've been acting weird all night." Advertisement A man talking to his mother | Source: Midjourney A man talking to his mother | Source: Midjourney Before Linda could respond, Ava ran up to her. "Grandma, what's under your sweater?" She lightly tugged at the hem of Linda's sweater and then it happened. "Oh my God, Linda! WHAT IS THAT?!" I shouted. A woman screaming | Source: Midjourney A woman screaming | Source: Midjourney Advertisement Three tiny heads peeked out from beneath the fabric. Linda sighed and pulled back her sweater gently. I couldn't believe my eyes as three tiny kittens tumbled out. They blinked at us with wide, curious eyes, unsure of what was happening. "Mom," Jeff began. "Why, uh, why do you have kittens under your sweater?" Linda's eyes filled with tears as she reached for the closest kitten, cradling it in her hands. A woman holding a kitten | Source: Pexels A woman holding a kitten | Source: Pexels "I found them abandoned on the side of the road. It was freezing, and I couldn't just leave them there." Her gaze landed on me and then shifted to Jeff. "I didn't want to make tonight about me, but I couldn't leave them alone either. They're just babies and they needed somewhere warm." Advertisement "Mom, you could've told us," Jeff said gently. "We would've helped." That's when tears started rolling down her cheeks. A woman crying | Source: Pexels A woman crying | Source: Pexels "I-I was afraid you'd think I was ridiculous. Or that I was trying to fill the hole your dad left. I was scared you'd think I was no longer feeling his absence and was more interested in adopting kittens. I, uh... I just didn't want to ruin Thanksgiving." Her words made me realize she'd been trying to protect us from her pain, even if it meant isolating herself. Ava, oblivious to the tension, clapped her hands in delight. "Kitties!" she squealed. "Can we keep them, Mommy? Please?" Advertisement A person holding a kitten | Source: Pexels A person holding a kitten | Source: Pexels The room softened with laughter as the kittens tumbled clumsily around Ava's feet, sniffing at her toys and wobbling on their tiny legs. "We'll figure this out together," I said, stepping forward. "But for now, let's make these little guys comfortable." A woman talking to her mother-in-law | Source: Midjourney A woman talking to her mother-in-law | Source: Midjourney Advertisement By the end of the night, Linda's laughter filled the room as she watched Ava play with the kittens. It was the first time in a long while that she looked truly happy. Here's another Thanksgiving story: When Jake insists on cooking Thanksgiving turkey for the first time, Jen is skeptical but supportive until the result is a culinary disaster no one at the table can ignore. But the real shock comes when she discovers the recipe isn't Jake's. Click here to keep reading. This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher. 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