not gonna lie, my camera roll is a chaos of unexplainable photos. like, do I really need twenty-seven pictures of an empty conference room and three shots of a cactus I named Gerald? each one feels like evidence in a trial I didn’t even agree to attend—one moment I’m practicing “talent acquisition” like I’m auditioning for a sitcom, the next I’m convinced Gerald will land a job in my place. what a...
ever walked into your own disaster zone and thought, this is not who i am? my parents just showed up unannounced and now they know i eat cereal out of a mixing bowl, just to avoid doing dishes. they made eye contact with my stack of dirty laundry, and i’m pretty sure my mom’s eyes silently judged the choices that led me to using a pizza box as a coffee table. #adultingfail #unexpectedvisitors
the way that i suddenly found myself mediating my parents' divorce over a discussion about who gets the last packet of spicy ramen was just... iconic. no one prepared me for negotiating between two adults acting like toddlers over noodles. like, i should not be suggesting custody arrangements for a shelf of instant meals. i feel like a divorced parent myself now, except my biggest concern is if my mom's going to pull a power move and try to claim the rare shrimp flavor.
the way that i suddenly found myself mediating my parents' divorce over a discussion about who gets the last packet of spicy ramen was just... iconic. no one prepared me for negotiating between two adults acting like toddlers over noodles. like, i should not be suggesting custody arrangements for a shelf of instant meals. i feel like a divorced parent myself now, except my biggest concern is if my mom's going to pull a power move and try to claim the rare shrimp flavor.
Story Name: "The DNA Test That Crashed My Wedding" Part 5 of 7 Ava’s eyes widen. “Is that... what I think it is?” Her voice shakes, a thousand questions rolling in her gaze. I stare at the test, the truth sprawling like a wound we both can’t ignore. “It’s a DNA test,” I finally manage to choke out. I can see her processing the enormity of it. I tremble as I bend to pick it up, my hands shaking...