For the first Thanksgiving without my dad I was sad but in the comfort of people I consider family. There was laughing, amazing food, puppies, different cheeses, and love.

I couldn’t ask for a warmer welcome. Especially when I clearly barged in and invited myself to the party.

Fast forward to 2AM on Black Friday.

… where do I begin?

1. I was looking at an apartment in Long Beach. At the time I thought it was literally the perfect apartment for me to start this new chapter in my life. Well guess what, my credit is like 6 months new. And if you know anything about credit, that does absolutely nothing for you if you’re literally trying to do anything at all ever. And while I desperately wanted to move into this place I also really didn’t want to ask for help from anybody. But like I said before I had my heart set on this place. So I asked my uncle to co-sign in the form of “Please feel free to say no. I know I’m asking a huge favor. No hard feelings obviously.”

2. I would literally never need to ask anybody ever for money (like I obviously did have to ask for the co-sign)

3. It’s funny to me that I am getting shamed for asking for a signature. (It’s a big signature but essentially that’s what it is) MEANWHILE…

Not even a week after my dad’s funeral my aunt and uncle had nooooooooo problem asking for my grandma’s ring and my grandfather’s watch.

(Which by the way I kindly gave to them no questions asked)

4. I never had an abortion? Lol I’m not sure where this one came from. If I were pregnant I would’ve kept it.

Me and my ex had 6 months of no condom no pull out sex. Nothing ever happened (a blog for another day, really)

Also this isn’t the 1920’s if I had an abortion I would tell you. But I wouldn’t want one because obviously I wanted a baby. But no such luck. Which would eventually be an obvious blessing lol.

5. You have no idea what I’m going through.

6. I suppose they wanted me to answer them.

7. But what did they expect the outcome to be? With lack of communication? And verbally attacking someone who also lost someone. Who was used to seeing someone every single day for the past 26 years of my life. And one day they leave to go to the great beyond. Like we all will until the cyborgs rise.

8. Do I feel bad? I feel bad that they took something wrong. But real adults and real role-models would have looked at this as an opportunity to communicate love. And put their best foot forward (That’s what thanksgiving is all about, right?)

9. Was she drunk? Probably. They were probably stewing about this all day long and that’s what these texts are. An angry wife defending her hurting husband. Can’t blame her for that right?

10. Did I answer theses texts? No. And I probably never will. And I do feel bad for my uncle. But I don’t need this in my life right now. Or ever actually. She is convinced that I am a cold hearted, abortion having, greedy child. That’s fine.

What am I thankful for after all the bullshit?

I’m so happy to have a roof over my head and warm & loving people in my life who build me up instead of tearing me down. I’m thankful I have a beautiful life and had a dad who was so supportive of what I wanted.

I could’ve entertained this nonsense. But I didn’t. And I’m proud of myself.

My aunt and uncle ruined a thanksgiving of ours a couple years back. And I wasn’t going to let them ruin another one.

Namaste.