Thanksgiving was weird.
I spent the day with my soon-to-be-ex, our kids, and my mom. My soon-to-be-ex's girlfriend had dinner with her soon-to-be-ex, their kids and his mom. My brother did nothing, depressed that his girlfriend spent the holiday with her soon-to-be-ex and their kids.
As a dysfunctional family, we win the prize for being the most functional.