My family has been through a lot. I won’t list everything here because I need you to buy my memoir someday + there’s always a chance I could suffer a loss of income and I don’t want to give away blackmail material for free.
So for now we’ll just say it’s a lot.
Despite the drama— torn down doors, a quietly whispered “fuck you” at the dinner table– I thought we’d grown closer over the years, forming an unbreakable bond that would last to the ends of the earth.
But apparently not.
I started watching the last season of Orange is the New Black a few weeks before Thanksgiving, as a way of distracting myself from life’s ambitions. I was hoarding them like a shipwrecked sailor on his last jar of Nutella, only allowing myself one episode a week.
Then Thanksgiving happened. [Read more…]
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