Thanksgiving Chaos: Four Stories of Family Turmoil

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. 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?”

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.

“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. 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.

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. 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. “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. “What are you talking about?” he demanded, acting offended. I held up the note.Continue reading…