Lovers drama, Friends Drama, or Family Drama?

Which is Worse??

Hiya People of my Laive!

Welcome back to our writing channel—your favorite safe space where we reflect, laugh, and I get to pretend like I am a responsible Adult. Today’s letter came in right in time, and, if we’re being honest, worthy of some financial compensation. No, really—I feel like you should send me money for this one. Consider it a writing fund or a heartfelt appreciation fee. 😌

Okay let’s get into today’s business

Which is worse: Lovers' drama, Friends' drama, or Family drama?

Lovers’ Drama

At this point, this one is just background noise. We’ve all built an emotional immunity to it; our nervous systems have adapted. It’s almost like a rite of passage. Like malaria in certain parts of the world, it's just… there. The married ones feel suffocated, the single ones feel lonely, and the Situationship-ers? Ha! Always feeling played. Meanwhile, the only people actually chopping life are the players. They show up when it’s fun, disappear when it’s chaotic, and somehow, they never look stressed.

And listen… if not for my Christian values and the ever-lurking biological risks, I too would have been a full-time player. No lies. The strategy is SOLID. Low stress. Maximum fun. No unnecessary headaches. But alas, here I am, battling for the righteous side of love. May God reward me. 😭

Friends’ Drama

This one? Eh. Doesn’t faze me. People will people. I love people, but I don’t over-love them, you get? I’ve been blessed (or cursed?) with the role of unofficial mediator everywhere I go—work, church, even random social circles. Two people will have an issue, and BOTH sides will confide in me. Some people say it’s two-faced. I call it diplomacy. I’m a woman of the people. It’s not my fault God gave me the ability to understand all sides. So, I just sit there, nodding, sipping my tea, and mediating with grace.

Not that it mattered. Because if you know me, you know my brain is a perfectly structured system. I don’t just like people randomly. I’m a structural person—things have their place, and I don’t welcome people who disrupt the order. Simple.

Buuuut there’s also one small issue.

When I care about people, I have this little habit of… letting them think I’m in whatever they want me to be in. My friends call it leading people on. I call it being nice. (And honestly, their complaints sound like a personal problem.) I mean, is it my fault people get attached? I was just being accommodating! 😌

Family Drama

Now this one? This one cuts deep. Ever noticed how we handle strangers with extra care but treat our own family with premium savagery? Wild. Maybe it’s because we’ve seen each other in our rawest form—bedhead, bad breath, ugly cry, full-blown diarrhea episodes (don’t ask). There’s no pretense, no filter. Just unhinged, uncurated realness. And with that level of exposure, comes a complete lack of boundaries.

We say things to family that we’d never dare say to others. We throw low blows, we react without thinking, and sometimes, we end up hurting the people we love the most. And before you start screaming, “Yes! I’m a victim of this nonsense!”—pause. Take a moment.

Are you sure you’re not the villain in someone’s family drama too? 🤔

At the end of the day, life is full of premium wahala, but it’s also full of love, laughter, and unexpected grace. So, whatever drama you're currently navigating—breathe. Choose your battles wisely. And most importantly, send me money for today’s publication. 🤭

Until next time, dearest person of my laive. Stay safe, stay sane, and remember—family drama is the hardest, but if you owe me money, just know we are not family. 😌

Love,

Fayvourebirth