creative writing
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People love saying “you can’t blame your parents forever” as if childhood magically stops affecting your nervous system once you pay taxes. The truth is, some wounds don’t disappear with age. You just get better at carrying them while pretending you’re fine in the Walmart checkout line. 💀
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or whatever the socially acceptable way is to say “the horrors ruined the vibe” There was a time in my life when I thought adulthood meant buying cute throw pillows and knowing how taxes worked. That was before I learned things.Terrible, awful, character-building things. 😌 Now I can’t even sit peacefully in a waiting room…
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You know—the time of year when the internet tells you to be grateful, drink cocoa, and pretend your life isn’t actively on fire. I didn’t even think about presents until a few days ago. Not because I don’t care. Because sometimes grief eats the part of your brain that plans joy. Then the sadness showed…
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So… plot twist: apparently I’ve been starring in a drama I didn’t sign up for. The setting? Courtroom land. The genre? Bad reality TV with legal stationery. Subject? I just want to see my kids without him breathing down my neck. Today’s highlight reel was brought to me via ex husband Stevie Poo’s formal court…
The Ink Chapel 