Twelve Days of Christmas: sort of

Bob, my boyfriend of three years, my soul mate, the man of my dreams, dumped me an hour before we were to leave for the holiday celebration at my parents' home. To go or not to go to my parents' for Thanksgiving dinner was the most pressing question. I finally gave up and sent a text to Mary Louise, my sister, telling her I was going to kill myself so they should not expect me for dinner.