I understand that this is a sensitive issue for you, and I am sorry you experienced some hurt feelings over how things were handled yesterday. You're right, you do live in this house and should get a say in the decisions about what goes on in it.

But it was not okay for you to come in the door, barely even greeting me while I was relaxed and reading and just confront me. I don't respond well to that. At all. I also don't appreciate that the situation appears to be entirely my fault. I'm get that she told you you could invite anyone to Thanksgiving, but guess what? I'm a part of it, too, and it just got sprung on me you wanted your friend there. I didn't say yes, I said I'd think about it, but then you called him twenty fucking seconds later to invite him! What the hell?

And frankly, I'm being made the bad guy because I don't want him there, even though you swore up and down it's "fine" if it's just us this year. If it isn't fucking fine don't say it is. You know why I don't want him here? Because every time you guys have friends over I get left out. I become "the kid" again. And on Thanksgiving, I don't want that. I'd like to feel comfortable in my own home on a holiday.

And you know what? It probably would have been fine if you'd given me a week. Time to get past the gut reaction described above. But you didn't. You didn't give me a chance. So don't unload on me how upset you are that I wanted more than one minute to make up my mind about how I've done Thanksgiving for twenty-two years. That shit is not okay with me.