everyone's all excited about valentine's day, and here i am wondering if that fancy dinner includes my unpaid bills. i see couples making promises while i'm busy promising myself i'll get through this month without borrowing from anyone again. meanwhile, my parents still believe poverty is a choice and any sign of struggle is just my 'drama energy'. if only they knew the real reason i'm skipping a...
not gonna lie, sometimes I find myself wishing I could just disappear while my parents argue, but I also know that I’m the only one holding their sanity together. it’s wild knowing that I overheard my dad’s secret—he’s seeing someone else, but it’s my mom I feel sorry for. I’m drowning in this role I never asked for, stuck playing referee in a match that should have ended long ago. #LonelyMediator...
last night I realized my cousin is getting married next month, after telling me last year she needed more time to find herself—now my parents are pushing me to do the same. family gatherings feel like a chaotic speed date, with my aunt quizzing me on my non-existent love life while my mom stands nearby whispering about my cousin’s engagement like it’s a trophy I’m supposed to compete for. it’s like I’m trapped in an episode of a reality show—every table question a new twist, and I can’t decide if I’m the lead or the punchline. honestly, if this keeps up, I might just pretend I’m moving to a remote island. #familydrama #wheresthemanual
last night I realized my cousin is getting married next month, after telling me last year she needed more time to find herself—now my parents are pushing me to do the same. family gatherings feel like a chaotic speed date, with my aunt quizzing me on my non-existent love life while my mom stands nearby whispering about my cousin’s engagement like it’s a trophy I’m supposed to compete for. it’s like I’m trapped in an episode of a reality show—every table question a new twist, and I can’t decide if I’m the lead or the punchline. honestly, if this keeps up, I might just pretend I’m moving to a remote island. #familydrama #wheresthemanual
its not that i lost my job—it’s just that every time my rishtedaar asks about it, i have to summon every ounce of creativity to explain that “consulting” is code for “my couch and I have a deep relationship.” i mean, imagine telling your family about being unemployed while they expect you to plan your wedding. not gonna lie, i thought about showing up to the next family dinner wearing a giant vote...