Hey, Shame, I’m stuck in a damn mess.

My girl and I have been hyped for ages about this epic journey—Vietnam, Laos, Thailand—three weeks of pure, unadulterated adventure. Everything’s locked in: visas, hotels, tickets. We’re buzzing like horny teens on the edge of their first wild night.

Then, bam…
My mom calls. Drops the bomb: Grandma’s got cancer.
It’s at a stage where treatment’s a long shot—needs to happen fast, and it’s gonna cost a fortune.
Grandma’s 80.
She’s always been a rock, but lately, she’s been slipping—forgetting shit, stumbling over words, and now this gut punch.
I’m tighter with her than most of my so-called friends. She raised me while my parents were out hustling. I owe her everything—my whole damn life.

I told my girl we might need to scrap the trip and funnel the cash into Grandma’s treatment.
And she hits me with this cold-blooded line:

“Think about who matters more. Me and our plans, or someone who’s already got one foot in the grave?”

That shit made me feel sick to my core.
Now I’m just sitting here, wondering if I can even look at her the same way after that.

😐-Side with my girl
👍-Tell her to fuck off and save Grandma
#familyfirst #heartbreak #toughchoices #loyalty