From My Head

Family....or not

Fiction:

I never knew what direction I was going in when it came to relationships. I always thought I would have the white picket fence, with the pretty golden dog, and the nice suburban house. Living there with my husband who I met on a quick gas station, or grocery store run after being sent by the family to get something that was so important yet forgotten during the holiday season for cooking. 

You know when they ask you in high school, 'Where do you see yourself in 5 years?' and you answer with something that is sometimes unrealistic but isnt to you, because your mind is so innocent to the cruel reality of life? Then when 5 years go by and you think back on that moment and remember your answer and everything you thought you would have accomplished by now.............It actually is really fucking depressing to know how fucking wrong you were. 

That is exactly how I feel in this moment. 

Complete. And utter. Bullshit.

The reality is, I am single. Single as a fucking Pringle all alone at the bottom of a Pringles can. Left alone and forgotten never to be eaten because no one wants to take the time to reach their hand and half of their arm through the greasy salty rimmed left residue to eat me. Is that too much to ask? A girl just wants to be picked and eaten! 

Literally and metaphorically speaking. 

Im sorry, where are my manners? My name is Anae (Aww-NAE) and this is a story about two family members...sort of, who found themselves in a....situation.

Lets start at the point where it all matters. The family Labor Day BBQ.

I always loved any major Holiday where majority of my family was off work and they came over to our house to BBQ, celebrate, eat, or just be leeches and eat. Either way I loved family BBQs, they were my favorite. It always just felt right when everyone was around, old school 80s-90s Jazz or R&B was playing from my dads man cave that had a sliding door entrance to the backyard patio where we had all 3 grills set up. The music would just pour out into the yard and everything just felt right. 

The kids would be over at the end of the yard where the slip and slide would be set up and do endless runs going back and forth on it. Adding soap whenever they felt like it to make it more fun.

I was always in the kitchen. It overlooked the backyard and had a TV set up so I was never really needing to go outside. I love family BBQs but I do not do summer weather, its just a no from me. With this hair and this melanin skin??? Yeah see cause no. 

Anyway, I had to work this year on labor day though. Moving back home after a failed career in California, put me in a position to go back to where I started. Being a waitress at Applebees. I know, ghetto. So my dad came and knocked on my door this morning just how he use to do when I was in school, so I could get the backyard ready for today. I dont know why, when my ass aint even gone be here to enjoy the party! I am a daddies girl though so I didnt argue.

Finishing getting ready for work, I finish putting my hair in a poof pony and swoop my baby hairs. More like slay my baby hairs cause damn I'm good. Apply my winged eyeliner, put on some lash blast Maybelline mascara, add some silver hoops cause the bigger the hoops the bigger the---- I see you attend the weekly hoe meeting seminars as well. Finishing my look with some clear roll on lip-gloss cause I'm nostalgic like that.

Damn, my ass is hella cute. Literally and metaphorically speaking. 

Not only did I move back home after a failed career, I also got dumped lolololol. So on top of being ashamed and embarrassed for myself, I was also 15 pounds lighter.  So thanks to post break up sadness, I went from a size 8 to a size 5. While god blessed me to keep my curves, and by curves I mean my ass and tits, everything else was not so thicker than a snicker. None the less I still have a pretty good figure if I do say so myself.