🖤 Life Update: Post-Birthday Chaos & Clarity

As of writing this, it’s the day after my birthday. And wow… y’all have been asking for an update, so here it is. Buckle up.

Let’s start with the obvious: Emily is back to full-blown bitch mode. I wish I could say I was surprised, but nope. On my birthday, she looked me in the eye and said (and yes, I have it on recording):

“No one is forcing you to be alive. Twenty-eight years ago, Mom made the biggest regret of her life.”

So yeah. That happened. But remember—I’m the problem, right?

Then I woke up to a text from Sarah saying “Happy Birthday.” And I just replied, “Um ok.” Because what the actual fuck. You don’t get to send me birthday wishes like everything’s fine when you cut me off and took my abuser’s side. You don’t get to play nice when you helped paint me as the villain.

And just a few days before that? She texted Tia asking what we were doing for Thanksgiving. Like… what is going through her mind? I will not be seeing her. I’m not playing pretend. I’m not doing the “family for the holidays” performance when the wounds are still fresh and the gaslighting is still active.

But not everything is a dumpster fire.

Things with my dad have actually been really good. He’s been taking his meds, going to his doctor appointments, and we’ve been talking more. Hanging out with him has been healing in a way I didn’t expect. It’s calm. It’s real. And I love getting to spend time with him without the chaos.

So yeah, that’s where I’m at. A little older, a little wiser, a lot more done with the bullshit. I’m choosing peace, truth, and people who actually show up. And if that makes me the “problem,” then I’ll wear that title like a crown.

Until next time,
🖤 Daisy