i tried to be family. and some chose to be fucking trash. 💀🔥🙏✨🧾✨

🔥 where’s your family? 🔥
lol.
i don’t have one.

—

baby!
they are fucking busy!
👋🏼🏃🏼‍♂️...👶🏼💔

—

it’s like…
“i tried to love people who only love themselves.”

🫠🌈✨

let’s run back the cast—

🙏✨🕊️

—

💥 brother-in-law + his wife + my nieces:
met them once. 🕊️
i don’t even
have their numbers.
🗣️ because my husband
only contacted his stepbrother
when he wanted something.
✨family values✨
(derogatory).

🤡

—

💥 father-in-law: talked to him a lot.
but i was kept out of every thread,
every loop, every “family update.”
so i have zero contact info.✨
🗣️ which is wild
when you remember
i am literally the wife + mother
of the grandchild.
but ok.

🥰🙃

—

💥 mother-in-law: omg babe!
we talked until the
consequences of her son’s actions
showed the fuck up
like “hi, this is real life.”
then she disappeared.
like full fucking vanishing act.
and now i’m not even sure
i know her actual legal name. 💥🙃
lol y’all!
and she doesn’t even text
for updates about her only grandchild.
so i guess she’s punishing me for—
✨checks notes✨—
🗣️ not dying when her son
tried to strangle me while pregnant.
💀⚰️✨
iconic moral compass, mom.
truly.

—

💥 my husband? girl idk.
heard he “went to find a better job”
🗣️ and found a couch + a family reset.
✨ heard he’s pretending random kids are his.
✨ heard he’s pretending random women are his wife.
maybe even
✨ making a new baby
like the marriage certificate +
his actual daughter will just
✨unfile✨ from fucking existence.
this man thinks reality
is a subscription you can
goddamn cancel.

🤡🤡🤡

—

💥 my mom: scared. avoidant.
🗣️ head all the way in the fucking ground.
she’d rather not look at the threat,
because looking means doing something.
and doing something means discomfort.
and god forbid.

🙃

—

💥 my dad: basically exactly like my husband, 🤡
🗣️ minus the fucking military résumé.
and even then,
i never watched him punch my mom like that.
and she literally said:
“wow, i didn’t get beaten while pregnant!”
like babe do you want a trophy
or a therapist
or a restraining order.
fucking pick one.
🏆🫠✨

—

💥 my brothers: not evil. just… absent.
self-focused. “not my problem.”
they don’t owe me anything, sure.
but yo.
🗣️ let’s not pretend
that watching you get
goddamn obliterated 💥💥💥
and calling it limitations
is fucking noble. ✨

—

💥 my stepdad: lol girl!
wanted the perks of “family”
🗣️ and none of the fucking labor.
so he opted out.

🧍‍♂️💨

—

lol.

so it’s me.
💥 my kid.
💥 my dog.
and the fact
i’m still standing
despite all this shit?
that’s not inspiration.
that’s spite + survival + fucking paperwork. ✨

…

yo.

…

✨ be blessed ✨
if you have
one person
who stands with you.
we don’t.
and i’m still here.
which is gonna haunt
a lot of fucking people
who thought
i’d goddamn fold.

💀🔥🙏✨