I‘ve endured my fair share of excruciating holiday meals. There was a several-years-long stepsister freeze-out during which she ignored me so hard, I might as well have been a mashed-potatoes-eating ghost. There were multicourse dinners with conservative (ex) in-laws that devolved into political shouting matches. And you should have seen me navigating the clashing personalities of my estranged parents and moderating their vague antipathy for each other while simultaneously trying to referee, entertain, and cook for them.
Yup, family meals can be rough. Especially if you’re not stoned. And while a toke before you go will get you through that first