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I'm fairly angry with my mother's brother-in-law at the moment (I refuse to call him my uncle).
Yesterday, I made a post on facebook about dealing with Easter without Thomas. Basically...today would've been the day that I would be coloring Easter eggs for him. But, he's not here. I blew out an egg yesterday...so, I'll be painting the shell for him today, but...it's not exactly the tradition that I wanted to start, you know?
Anyway...
He commented about remembering to shellac it and such...fair enough. And then...he posts "ps it's your aunt's birthday".
Um.
Yeah, see...this is a post about how I'm having issues dealing with the death of my son. I don't need birthday reminders on it.
1. I fucking know when her birthday is. She's been my aunt for 37 years.
2. Even if I didn't know when her birthday is, facebook insists on telling me.
3. I thought it was 1:30 am on the morning of her birthday, but I was wrong...it was 12:30. 30 minutes past midnight and he reminds me that it's her birthday? Give me a fucking chance to say "happy birthday" before assuming I had forgotten.
4. If I tell her happy birthday now, it'll seem like I only said it because he "reminded" me.
5. Out of that part of my family (which consists of my aunt, my cousin Jeremy, my cousin Raechel, and my aunt's husband), only ONE of them bothered to tell me happy birthday. And that was Raechel.
So...fuck you "uncle" Albert.
My issues with him aren't new. In fact, my mother has vivid memories of me changing the lines of "Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey" by Paul McCartney (actually, I guess it was Paul & Linda McCartney because it was from RAM...but that doesn't matter) from "We're so sorry, Uncle Albert" to "You're so sorry, Uncle Albert".
I'm sure she could tell you the rest of the song...I can't really remember my version all that well.
But, really...
Don't give me unneeded birthday reminders on a post about my son. That's really not cool at all.
That's what the private messaging system is for.
Stupid ass.
Yesterday, I made a post on facebook about dealing with Easter without Thomas. Basically...today would've been the day that I would be coloring Easter eggs for him. But, he's not here. I blew out an egg yesterday...so, I'll be painting the shell for him today, but...it's not exactly the tradition that I wanted to start, you know?
Anyway...
He commented about remembering to shellac it and such...fair enough. And then...he posts "ps it's your aunt's birthday".
Um.
Yeah, see...this is a post about how I'm having issues dealing with the death of my son. I don't need birthday reminders on it.
1. I fucking know when her birthday is. She's been my aunt for 37 years.
2. Even if I didn't know when her birthday is, facebook insists on telling me.
3. I thought it was 1:30 am on the morning of her birthday, but I was wrong...it was 12:30. 30 minutes past midnight and he reminds me that it's her birthday? Give me a fucking chance to say "happy birthday" before assuming I had forgotten.
4. If I tell her happy birthday now, it'll seem like I only said it because he "reminded" me.
5. Out of that part of my family (which consists of my aunt, my cousin Jeremy, my cousin Raechel, and my aunt's husband), only ONE of them bothered to tell me happy birthday. And that was Raechel.
So...fuck you "uncle" Albert.
My issues with him aren't new. In fact, my mother has vivid memories of me changing the lines of "Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey" by Paul McCartney (actually, I guess it was Paul & Linda McCartney because it was from RAM...but that doesn't matter) from "We're so sorry, Uncle Albert" to "You're so sorry, Uncle Albert".
I'm sure she could tell you the rest of the song...I can't really remember my version all that well.
But, really...
Don't give me unneeded birthday reminders on a post about my son. That's really not cool at all.
That's what the private messaging system is for.
Stupid ass.