I am so tired.
I’m stressed out with work. I’m overwhelmed with school. And on top of all of that, I’m in the middle of a fight online with some random girl using a photo of me and my maternal grandfather like it belongs to her.
She never even met him.
She never knew him.
And yet she’s posting this picture like it’s hers to claim.
I asked her to take it down respectfully, but instead of doing the decent thing, she refused. This led to an argument, and you might be wondering why I didn’t just report it. I did report the account and the post, but Facebook has yet to take any action.
Then my cousin jumps in to defend her and tells me:
“Don’t do that. She has just as much rights as you do. She has the same blood in her as you do. We are all family. That is your uncle’s daughter.”
And to her:
“Baby girl, post what you want to. You are family too. When it comes down to it, we are all Goodalls. Period.”
You know what? I’m sick of being told to protect people who don’t give a damn about me. I’m sick of this fake loyalty based on DNA that was never proven in the first place. Her mother refused the DNA test when we asked. So no—you don’t get to use my face, my family, my grandfather and expect silence from me.
And as for the rest of my so-called family? I just had one of the worst conversations I’ve ever had with my dad—and it broke something in me. For real this time.
I’ve tried for years to be understanding. To play nice. To keep the peace. I cried over someone who never cried for me. I begged silently for the love and support I never got. And I’m done.
I already made a post about how I’m cutting him off. Maybe the whole damn side of his family too. Because I don’t need this. Not now. Not ever again.
I’m tired.
I’m angry.
And I want to scream.
Everyone keeps telling me to calm down, be nice, keep the peace—but what about me? What about the peace I’ve never had?
I’m allowed to be angry.
I’m allowed to be done.
I don’t owe anyone my silence, especially not people who cross boundaries and try to guilt me into submission.
I’ve been pushed too far, and I’ve held too much in.
So if you think I’m being “too much” right now?
Good. Because I’ve had enough.
