Our family's Thanksgiving dinner is like a war zone

but instead of bullets, we're dodging judgmental comments from our relatives

Every Thanksgiving, my mom cooks enough food to feed a small army.

And every year, that army consists of six very enthusiastic, belt-loosening family members.

The hardest part about Thanksgiving dinner isn't cooking the turkey...

...it's coming up with a new answer to 'So, are you dating anyone yet?' every single year.

I love how my family's Thanksgiving dinner is supposed to be a judgment-free zone

but somehow my aunt always manages to fit in a critique of my life choices between the mashed potatoes and the green beans