They Uninvited Me For Christmas—So I Pulled The Funding

her elaborate charcuterie boards for the dining table, but by the time I got there, the only thing left was a single sweating grape.

They forgot I don’t eat pork.

Nobody remembered I’m the one who always brings the deviled eggs—the ones no one ever acknowledges but somehow always disappear.

Last year, I told myself it wasn’t intentional. People get stressed.continue reading …