My Only Bitchy Cousin Is A - Yankee-type Guy- The...

| | Yankee Cousin Liam | | --- | --- | | "I’m fine!" (I am not fine.) | "I’m annoyed, and here’s why." | | Let resentment fester for decades. | Address it, argue, move on in 20 minutes. | | Politeness over honesty. | Honesty over politeness. | | "Let’s pray about it." | "Let’s budget for a therapist." |

That’s bitchy. And it’s also the best advice I ever got. You don't really know a family member until you’ve had to share a hospital waiting room. In 2019, my father had a stroke. The whole family fell apart—people crying in corners, refusing to make decisions, arguing about whose turn it was to call the insurance company. My Only Bitchy Cousin Is a Yankee-Type Guy- The...

For the longest time, I thought that was an insult. Now? I realize it’s the most honest, infuriating, and ultimately life-saving relationship I’ve ever had. Before we go further, let’s define the terms. I grew up in a family of "pleasers." We’re Southern, through and through. We say "bless your heart" when we mean "go to hell." We never raise our voices in public. We bury resentment under casseroles. Conflict is passive, quiet, and served with sweet tea. | | Yankee Cousin Liam | | --- | --- | | "I’m fine

The first time he called me out for staying in a bad relationship, I cried. The second time, I listened. He doesn’t sugarcoat. He doesn't do the slow, Southern "well, now, honey..." lead-up. He just says, "You’re miserable. He’s mediocre. Leave." | Honesty over politeness

In it, he pointed out that my grandmother was "hoarding expired canned goods from the Clinton administration," that my uncle’s "jokes" about politics were "veiled bigotry," and that the family’s refusal to talk about mental health was "why three of us have ulcers."