Not chill

I attended the LOVELY wedding of a family friend (could have been shit, considering it was at an outdoor setting in JULY and that the reception was NOT air-conditioned), and I was trying to hold my shit together—playing intermediary between people my family members don’t want to see, being pleasant to everyone else, only having JUST so much wine while also remaining normal, helping the mother of the groom organize things because she’s basically my aunt, talking with my siblings and not ignoring other people who seem to enjoy my presence for some reason, trying not to show off too much skin, dancing enough so that I show that I am enjoying myself—and my sibling has the gall to tell my mother to “control your daughter” because apparently the sib wanted to leave earlier than I did and I agreed to DANCE with the MOTHER OF THE GROOM.

Child, I can end you.

Don’t go to the wedding if you don’t want to attend the wedding.

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