Thanksgiving Turkey

It wasnt your Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving.

Though my mom put in tons of work as did I once I got there. It started out with him telling me that he was going to drive to my mom's using our son's car and I was not to say a word against it. Then he picked and picked at us all the way there. While at my mom's he got aggressive and obnoxious. He demanded she give him her high school era typewriter. I dont even know why. He fought with her about doing business in Italy. He would chase me down occasionally to complain about how she corrected the kids. He moved the oldest into a separate room to tell him he has to give his uncle any money he makes replacing car parts and selling them on ebay from the car his uncle gave him. Among other things. He drove onto her front lawn because he was unable to back out of her driveway correctly. He almost hit her neighbors stone wall and only missed it because my mom ran up and stood there so he had to stop or hit her. He fought with us the first 20 min home until the girls were crying in the back seat.

Overall it sucked and I decided he has to go asap.