merry christmas, assholes.💫
merry christmas. 🎄
—
i’ve been thinking about
something quiet
and fucked up.
so like…
my daughter
is officially 👶🏼2️⃣✨
old enough to
remember people now.
✨not vibes.
✨not “i’ve seen your face
on facetime once
while my mom
begged you to give a fuck.”
actual memory.💫
she knows
aunt shannon.
she clocked
theía irene after,
what,
two visits?
the memory
snapped back like,
oh yeah.
you’re safe.
you exist.
you were just fucking here!
💫
—
and it hit me—
most of her “family”
hasn’t seen her
since she was somewhere between
four months and twelve months old.
which means,
functionally?
✨she does not know you.✨
this isn’t about
a missed holiday
or bad scheduling.
this is about
the fact that
at almost two,
she’s reached the age
where people don’t get
grandfathered in anymore.
—
you don’t just exist
in her world
by title.
you have to
show up and
build recognition.
so imagine this with me.
💭🤔
imagine
being her grandma ✨⭐
and having to introduce yourself.
“hi sweetie, i’m your grandmother.” 🫶🏻💓
imagine being
an aunt ✨🥇
and realizing
your name means
absolutely nothing
to her nervous system.
—
and then—
the one that
actually takes me out—
imagine
having to
introduce yourself 🎉
as someone’s…
whole-ass father. 🏆✨👑
holy shit—
like:
🤔🖼️✨
“hey. i’m your dad.
nice to… meet you.”
BRO.
🏌️♂️⛳🤦🏼♂️
homie,
🚫 that’s not estrangement.
🚫 that’s not “it’s complicated.”
🚫 that’s not trauma on both sides.
that’s abandonment with a court record. 👑✨🙌
👨🏼💫
and look,
i come from
honorable white trash stock 🏎️💨🥇
at least,
on my dad’s side.
no bullshit.
—
but even
the fuckups showed up.
💖 i knew my uncles.
💖 i knew my cousins.
✨ men didn’t con women across national borders, 🐀💫
use them as consequence shields, 🦹♂️🧟
and then
ghost their own kids 💊❄️💸
like it was
a spiritual fucking rebrand.
🙏🕊️✨
—
wtf level
of broke bitch
is this??
damn dawg—
🇨🇱🤠⭐
that’s not messy.
that’s some coward shit. 💥
🐔🐔🐔
—
and the
realest point
that people really don’t
want to sit with?
💥 kids don’t remember your excuses.
💥 they remember your fucking presence—
or the lack of it.
they remember who
didn’t make them feel like
a goddamn stranger.
✨👤
—
so yeah.
merry christmas.
🎄💫
my daughter and i
are actually having a good one.
she fell asleep around five,
fully milk-drunk and safe,
and i’m letting her ride that wave
before we go see my 80-year-old best friend—
who,
by the way,
will never have to explain
who the fuck they are to my kid.
because here’s the thing.
yo.
i might not have
a traditional family.
but the people who stayed?
the ones who showed up
✨without a title,
✨without obligation,
without a fucking excuse?
they’re permanent.
🔥🔥🔥🔥
and anyone else?
enjoy introducing yourself
✨someday✨
to the kid
who did nothing wrong
except come out
fucking perfect.
assholes.
✨🖕🏻✨
