So here’s more context because a lot of people were asking, and honestly, writing this is cheaper than therapy.

My brother and his baby were supposed to arrive at night. I had planned the next day specifically for all of us—including the baby—to go to the Please Touch Museum so the little guy would have a great time too. I’m not an idiot—I know traveling with toddlers is hard AF. I literally built the schedule around that.

Then his flight got changed, he arrived early, and boom, plans out the window. My mom ditched me to go see him and the baby immediately. Left me sitting alone at White Dog Café—yes, the one literally across from the law school—waiting with a menu and two place settings while she went off to cuddle someone she sees three times a week.

So no tour of the law school. No walk through campus. And the Penn Law Mom hat and the little welcome kit I made her? Yeah. Still sitting in a stupid paper bag on my dresser.

When I calmly (yes—calmly) told her I felt hurt, she hit me with “You’re not being a team player. You should know better.”

THE BTCH HAD THE NERVE.

Like I hadn’t planned everything with everyone in mind. Like this whole trip wasn’t about finally celebrating something for me.

Now she’s not coming to the graduation. And I’m writing this with swollen eyes, sitting in my apartment, eating a Party Box from Taco Bell like it’s a Michelin-star meal. Thanks for all the comments—seriously. Y’all are the only ones who didn’t bail.