This is supposed to be OUR Thanksgiving.
But it's not.
Because you refuse to participate.
I don't care if all you wanted to do was sit in your room the whole time. It's not the same as what you are doing right now.
I don't want to have the little talk with Emery. He can't change anything.
I don't want to fight with you, I don't want either of us to feel bad.
I just don't know how to help you. People are telling me I can't, and that kills me. I just don't know how to handle this any better than you do.