It was the first time that we would celebrate Thanksgiving altogether. My mom insisted on hosting and I knew that meant there would be some stress. Though she liked my fiancee and knew her well, she was so jealous. As she and her parents walked through our door, I tried to somehow hide the fact that my mom was visibly drunk, wishing that she would just go pass out somewhere. I jumped into "host mode", making small talk with my future in laws as my beautiful wonderful fiancee moved into the kitchen to help with the situation she had grown so accustomed to. I was hoping that things would calm down and we could relax on this holiday together.