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.
Liam, on the other hand, grew up outside of Boston. His father (my uncle) married a woman from Connecticut, and they raised Liam in a world of efficiency, sarcasm, and blunt-force honesty. My Only Bitchy Cousin Is a Yankee-Type Guy- The...
The family acted like he’d set fire to the nativity scene. But my only bitchy cousin—this Yankee-type guy—had done something radical. He said the quiet part out loud. Over the years, I’ve come to understand that Liam isn’t actually "bitchy." He’s direct . There’s a cultural chasm between how we handle discomfort. Here’s the breakdown: That’s bitchy
He didn't hug me. He didn't say "everything happens for a reason." He handed me a black coffee (no sugar, "the way adults drink it") and said, "Here’s what we know. Here’s what we don’t know. And here’s the list of questions you need to ask the neurologist. Stop crying. We have work to do." In 2019, my father had a stroke
| | 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." |