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I am ashamed to say that my day after Thanksgiving crash is as predictable as Thanksgiving. It has been a personal “tradition” for as long as I remember. Every year, I vow that this will be the year it won’t happen. This year, like so many years past, I think I have guarded against it, but, alas, I awaken this day after Thanksgiving and here it is. The story that precipitates the crash is pretty much the same each year. Here are the highlights: No kids of my own and my step-children go to their mother’s house for Thanksgiving. Relatives ask us to join them for Thanksgiving and it feels like a “pity” invite. I feel like a fifth wheel as they are surrounded by their children and grandchildren. In Course words, my ego screams: “Separate, separate, separate” and I get up Friday morning depressed and feeling alone in the world. https://www.pathwaysoflight.org/index.php/Miracles_News/full_article/6918