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January 1, 2009
Erin rested her head against Mark’s chest, lost in a post-holiday funk made more intense by how things had played out with his family.
Thanksgiving had always been the holiday Erin enjoyed the most. Simple and centered on food and family, there was none of the madness that came with the Christmas season: shopping, wrapping, holiday parties. But Erin’s joy in celebrating Thanksgiving had taken a major detour after she transitioned. For two years following her transition she had spent Thanksgiving alone, rejected by her father and brother. Then two years ago, against Erin’s better judgment, her mother had convinced her to come for Thanksgiving dinner. By then, her brother Sean’s attitude toward her had softened due to the efforts of his sons and Liz. But the day had tur
