Thanksgiving x 3

Awkward phase commence.
My family is the weirdest. We love each other through meanness and insults. My grandmother has a favoritism pendulum that swings from one child to the next.
Each visit, it's as if we just get more and more divided in order to become more and more drawn together.
In my opinion, my mother was never meant to be a mother, as she is still a child. She's currently going through puberty once again, and has a high school relationship at the same time. My grandmother, who was only able to have my mother, suddenly has four children now, including my mom's boyfriend.
My mother and Terry (boyfriend) go out every weekend, leaving her already latchkey children by themselves for even more time. This is where my grandmother has learned to come in and take care of us.
Having said that, my Thanksgiving is the absolute shit. My parents being divorced, I get three Thanksgivings. My grandmother's is first, and she makes the most extravagant dinner. Each year, it gets better, with different foods from different cultures. It's not just your every year Thanksgiving foods with stuffing and turkey. She frequently makes German and Cajun food as well.
Following that dinner, I have dinner with my father and step sisters. My father, although he only makes the traditional food, is an amazing cook. He kinda had to be, been as my mother doesn't cook.
The third dinner we have is with my stepmom's parents. All of her family comes to her mother's house, and somehow we all manage to squeeze into her tiny but loving home.
The same thing happens for Christmas each year, and although it's really stressful at times because of all the frustration between us, I still don't think I would change it.
Awkward phase complete.