Family Bullshit

Every lie. Every “I swear this time is different” that turned to dust. They’re not fighting you. They’re fighting their memories of you. You’re not rebuilding a relationship. You’re rebuilding their ability to believe you’re not the same disaster you used to be.

You want to know what I find odd? The pretend nature of Thanksgiving because humans have social etiquette and that requires us to temporarily set aside every ounce of bullshit we’ve piled up all year. We slap on a happy pilgrim mask, step into character, and hope nobody smells the emotional dumpster fire we shoved into the closet right before they arrived. Thanksgiving is basically Broadway — but the cast is underdressed, underprepared, and slightly intoxicated. Everyone has