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05/15/2026

I told my cousin I’m the easiest person in the world to get along with, and she laughed so hard she choked on her coffee.

I am not hard to please. Feed me, leave me alone for twenty minutes, let me pick the music in the car. That is the whole list. I do not need much.
But oh, the fuse. The fuse is short and the fuse is greased.

You chew with your mouth open. You touch the thermostat without asking. You say “we should hang out soon” and then ghost for four months and show up wanting a favor. You take the last piece of something and do not even ask if anybody else wanted it. You park crooked on purpose. You text “k.” Just the k. With the period.

My cousin wiped her eyes and said, “So you are easy to please, as long as nobody is around you.” And I sat there real quiet because she had a point and I did not appreciate it. I told her she just made the list.

That is the thing nobody warns you about. The same heart that will give you the last fry will also remember every little thing you did wrong in 2019. Both can be true. Both usually are.

05/14/2026

My cousin tried to tell the whole table something about me I never said.

We’re sitting there eating, plates loud with fry bread and beans, and she leans in like she’s about to drop court evidence. Starts in with “You know how he gets when…” and I just set my fork down. Looked at her. Let the quiet do the talking.

She kept going for a second. Then slower. Then she realized nobody at the table was nodding along, because nobody actually knew the thing she thought everybody knew.

Here’s the truth. I don’t get caught up. If somebody knows something about me, it’s because I told them myself. I’m not hard to figure out. I’m just not a group project.

My auntie caught my eye from across the table and gave me that little look, the one that means she already knew and was just waiting to see how I’d handle it. I handed my cousin the beans. Changed the subject. Asked who made the fry bread because somebody clearly woke up blessed this morning.

My cousin still side-eyeing me over her plate. That’s fine. She can investigate all she wants. The case file is empty.

Some people collect stories about other people. I just eat my food and stay unbothered.

05/12/2026

Y’all parked too long. That’s the whole confession.

I love you. I miss you. I been waiting all week. But the second your tires stop rolling in my driveway, my brain goes, okay, when they leaving though.

You ain’t even sat down good. I’m already washing the cup you using. Like wipe your mouth real quick, I need that. You go to the bathroom, I’m fluffing the couch cushion behind you like the visit over. You mention staying for dinner and I get a little quiet. Not mean quiet. Just, “oh, we doing all that today” quiet.

My auntie called once and said she was on her way. I cleaned the whole house, made coffee, put cookies out. She stayed two hours. Two. Hours. By minute forty five I was standing up every time she paused talking. Just standing. For no reason. Like a deer that heard a twig snap. She finally said, “you tired baby?” Ma’am. I been tired since you pulled in.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. My heart wants company. My nervous system wants silence and a closed door. Both things true at the same time.

So if you come see me and I hug you extra long at the door on your way out, that’s real love. That’s also relief. Drive safe. Text me you made it. Don’t come back today.

05/12/2026

I woke up at 11, looked at my to-do list, and laughed at it like it told me a joke.

The coffee was cold. The dog wanted out, then back in, then out again, like she was conducting a study on my patience. My phone had seventeen notifications and zero of them mattered.

I sat down on the couch in the same hoodie I slept in and just stared at the wall for a while. Not thinking. Not planning. Just witnessing.

So listen, if you came here today looking for a pep talk, I gotta be honest with you. I got nothing. No five tips. No sunrise photo with a Bible verse over it. No reel of me jogging in matching workout clothes pretending discipline is a personality.

If you wanna give up today, go ahead. Tap out. The world will keep spinning without your productivity, I promise.

Quit the diet. Skip the gym. Don’t answer that email. Watch the same comfort show you’ve watched forty times. Eat cereal for dinner standing up at the counter like a raccoon with rent.

Tomorrow’s still gonna show up whether you hustled or not. Might as well meet it rested.

05/11/2026

Walked in today with a hoodie inside out and yesterday’s mascara still putting up a fight.

My coworker looked me up and down like she was reading a receipt. She goes, “Rough morning?” I said, “Nope. Just Tuesday.”

I am not here to be admired. I am here to clock in, answer emails, and eat the leftover spaghetti I packed in a sour cream container. That’s it. That’s the whole job description as far as I’m concerned. The other day I wore two different socks and only noticed when I crossed my legs in the break room. I shrugged. They matched in spirit.

Somebody in the meeting earlier asked if I was tired. Sir. I am at work. This is my work face. This is what surviving capitalism looks like in a fluorescent light.
My auntie called on my lunch break and I told her I was thinking about brushing my hair before the afternoon shift. She said, “For who, the printer?” Then she laughed at her own joke for a full thirty seconds while I ate a cold egg roll over the sink.

She’s right though. The printer doesn’t care. The direct deposit doesn’t care. And honestly, neither do I. Payday is Friday and that’s the only glow up I’m chasing.

05/11/2026

I just told my cousin I might talk today, then go full ghost for two weeks. She laughed like I was joking.

I was not joking. I had already mapped it out at the sink, scrubbing the same coffee cup three times. One conversation. Maybe two. Then radio silence until my voice forgets the shape of my own name.

She goes, “So you gonna answer when I call?” I said maybe. She said, “Maybe means no in your language.” I said, “Maybe means maybe in everybody’s language, you just don’t like the odds.”

She sat down anyway. Started telling me about her landlord, her dog, her dog’s new attitude problem. I made another cup of coffee I didn’t need. Nodded in the right places. Laughed when the dog story got good. Felt my battery dropping like a phone at four percent in a cold truck.

When she finally left, the quiet came in soft, like it had been waiting on the porch the whole time. I didn’t even turn the lights on. Just stood there. Let it sit with me.
Two weeks. That’s the plan. If you call, I love you. If I don’t pick up, I still love you.

I just got nothing left in the tank today, and tomorrow is looking the same.

05/11/2026

I told my cousin I’m cutting off everyone involved and she asked if that included her, and I said especially her.

She gasped like I slapped her with a frybread. Sat down at my kitchen table uninvited. Started peeling an orange like she owned the place.

“You don’t even know what side I’m on,” she said.

“That’s the problem. Nobody knows what side anybody’s on. Auntie’s mad at Uncle, Uncle’s mad at Grandma, Grandma’s mad at the dog, and somehow I owe somebody twenty dollars.”

She nodded slow, real serious. “Yeah, that tracks.”
Then she just kept sitting there. Eating my orange. Scrolling on her phone. I told her I said what I said, she’s cut off too, she needs to leave. She didn’t even look up. Said, “I heard you. I’m cut off. I’m just finishing my orange first.”

So now we’re both quiet at the table and she’s offering me a slice and I’m taking it because I’m not rude, and I guess this is what cutting people off looks like in my family. You announce it loud. You mean it in your bones. And then you share the citrus anyway.

I’ll start the cutoff tomorrow. Probably.

05/10/2026

He texted me “good morning beautiful” and I almost dropped my coffee, because this man has been a ghost for six weeks.

Six weeks. No call, no text, not even a Facebook poke from 2009. I had already grieved him, blocked him in my mind, and given his hoodie to my cousin. I was at peace.

And now here he comes, soft like a Sunday morning, asking how I’ve been.

Sir. You ghosted. You did it. You crossed over. You walked into the fog like a character at the end of a movie and the credits rolled. I clapped. I moved on.
So I told him, real gentle, please if you want to ghost, ghost properly. Ghost with dignity. Don’t come back and apologize. Don’t crawl out of the spirit world holding flowers. Stay where you put yourself. There’s a whole side of camp over there for men like you and the chairs are already warm.

My auntie read the message over my shoulder, sipped her coffee, and said, “Baby, some of them ghosts forget they died.” Then she walked off humming like she didn’t just hand me a whole sermon.

I’m framing that one.

05/10/2026

I am standing in my kitchen at 7:42 in the morning holding a coffee cup like it owes me money, and I just realized this is the rest of my life.

Like. This. Forever. Bills with my name on them. A fridge I have to fill up myself. Knowing what a deductible is.

I had a whole moment about it too. I looked at the dishes from last night and asked them, out loud, who let me do this. Nobody answered, which honestly felt rude. The dishes have lived here as long as I have. They could chime in.

Then I remembered I have to make a dentist appointment today. I have to make it. Nobody is going to call for me. There is no grown up coming. I am the grown up. I am the emergency contact. I am the one who has to know where the Tylenol is.

I sat down on the kitchen floor for a second. Not in a sad way. More like a strategic pause. The dog came over and looked at me with the exact face my auntie makes when she thinks I am being dramatic but she loves me anyway.

I got up. I poured more coffee. I am going to do the whole day. But I want it on the record that I did not agree to this.

05/10/2026

I signed a piece of paper today and the lady called me ma’am like I had any business being there.

It was at the bank. Real adult building. Pens chained to the desks like even they knew somebody was gonna try to run. I was sitting there nodding like I understood compound interest when really I was just thinking about the fry bread waiting in the truck.

The lady asked if I had any questions. I said no. I had so many questions. Like who decided I should be in charge of anything. Like why does my back hurt from sleeping. Like when did Tylenol become a personality trait.

I called my mom on the way home. Told her I felt too young to be doing grown people things. She laughed at me. Not a little laugh either. The full belly one, where she has to put the phone down. Then she said, “Baby, I’m seventy-one and still waiting for somebody to come tell me what to do.”

I sat in the parking lot a while after that. Ate cold fry bread. Watched a kid argue with his auntie about a juice box and lose. Felt better.

Turns out nobody knows what they’re doing. We’re all just out here, signing papers and eating bread, pretending.

05/10/2026

I crossed Main Street today like I had nothing to lose and nobody waiting on me at home.

Didn’t even look. Just stepped off the curb with my frybread grease still on my fingers and my mind on whether auntie remembered the Pendleton in the back of her truck.

A white Camry slammed its brakes so hard the driver’s coffee jumped. I gave him the little Native chin nod. The one that says sorry and also you’re welcome for the excitement.

My cousin Marlon was watching from the gas station like I was a TV show he’d seen before. He hollered, “You walk like your per cap already came in.” I told him I walk like a woman who survived boarding school stories at Thanksgiving.

He couldn’t argue with that.
Then auntie pulled up beside me, rolled the window down slow, and said, “Get in. You walk like that one more time, I’m putting your name in the giveaway song.” She wasn’t joking. She had her serious lipstick on.

I climbed in. She handed me a lukewarm Pepsi from the cup holder and turned the powwow station up. Marlon waved from across the lot like he’d witnessed a kidnapping and approved.

Some days you cross the road. Some days the road crosses you back, in the shape of an auntie with a Pepsi and a plan.

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