Came home for the holidays, but my mom opened the door and said, “You weren’t invited — this is for family only.” I turned around without a word; minutes later, my sister texted, “Don’t take it personally — you know how you are.”

didn’t stop.

The windows were dark.

The Christmas decorations were still hanging, although half the lights weren’t working.

It felt strangely appropriate.

My phone buzzed again.

The group chat.

Melanie:

“So I guess you think you’re teaching everyone a lesson.”

Dad:

“Grow up, Aaron. You’re punishing your mother over something she didn’t even say.”

Mom:

“We are your family. Don’t forget who raised you.”

Even my cousin Jason joined in.

The same cousin who wrecked my car years earlier and never paid anything toward the repair.

“This is petty, man.