Get me, updating twice in one day. Anyone would think this was a proper blog or something.
So, I was sitting in the kitchen the other day with my mum and sis, and mum asked sis to write out a birthday card for my uncle from her and her boyfriend. She did the same for my brother when he arrived, and gave him a card that she’d bought for him and his girlfriend. I asked if I should write out a card too but she said she’d put my name on hers because “you’re on your own.”
uhm… No. Remember that shy, nice looking chap that was with me the other evening? That’s my boyfriend, that is. Though apparently he’s not allowed to be included on a card since we don’t live together. Pfffft. Fair enough, I don’t see much of him because of the wonky hours we both work, and at the moment it’s doubly difficult because it’s the school holidays and he has dad stuff to do (and as he has 3 teenage daughters I can’t deny him the opportunity to spend time with them while he can, soon they’ll start moving on to uni or whatever else they have planned) – but that doesn’t make him any less a part of my life.
Lately whenever I’m around my family I just feel a little bit like I’m invisible or, worse, like I’m that one that nobody talks about. You know the sort – every family has one, right? It feels like everyone is moving onwards and upwards and I’m kind of stuck. It’s odd because I have a relatively good job, I’m looking to buy my own place and yet… it’s just not enough.
But, on the plus side, I found out today that the birthday cards have gone astray in the post. Shame.
