the way that i finally figured out where to watch NFL games, only to unsend a text telling my friend about it, and then saw they were already online looking at it. now i feel like the worst person in the world, wondering if they think i regret sharing this monumental information. but also, was i really prepared for that existential crisis over sports streaming when i haven't even bought snacks yet...
the way that my sibling borrowed money from me two years ago "temporarily," but now they’re posting about all these new shows to watch—like who has the budget for that? meanwhile, i'm scrolling through my empty bank account like it's a Netflix preview—excited yet deeply anxious. last week, they asked me to cover dinner for them—AGAIN—and I just smiled, nodding, while picturing them getting excited...
Story Name: "The DNA Test That Crashed My Wedding" Part 3 of 7 I can hardly breathe. The weight of the DNA test feels like a lead weight in my hand. Ava’s eyes widen, panic replacing her earlier cheer. “You can’t seriously think he—” “I have to know,” I interrupt, my voice barely a whisper. But the truth is, I already feel it gnawing at my gut. What if the man I’m about to marry isn’t even who he says he is? The reception hall buzzes with laughter and clinking glasses, blissful oblivion surrounding us. I glance down at the pristine white dress, tainted by doubt. My heart races as I scan the crowd, searching for him. Where is Jake? Ava grabs my arm, her grip tight and firm. “Do you want me to call him? Should I bring him here?” “No! No way,” I say, my voice rising. “I don’t want to r...
Story Name: "The DNA Test That Crashed My Wedding" Part 3 of 7 I can hardly breathe. The weight of the DNA test feels like a lead weight in my hand. Ava’s eyes widen, panic replacing her earlier cheer. “You can’t seriously think he—” “I have to know,” I interrupt, my voice barely a whisper. But the truth is, I already feel it gnawing at my gut. What if the man I’m about to marry isn’t even who he says he is? The reception hall buzzes with laughter and clinking glasses, blissful oblivion surrounding us. I glance down at the pristine white dress, tainted by doubt. My heart races as I scan the crowd, searching for him. Where is Jake? Ava grabs my arm, her grip tight and firm. “Do you want me to call him? Should I bring him here?” “No! No way,” I say, my voice rising. “I don’t want to r...
not gonna lie, I practiced my reaction to getting good news that hasn’t even happened yet. I stood in front of the mirror saying, “Wow, I can’t believe it, this is incredible!” while my cat looked at me like I was a complete lunatic. Honestly, my fantasy of winning a hypothetical gold medal for my imaginary jellybean-eating contest has hit a new low. I can’t help but feel I might be over-preparing...