I have a love/hate relationship with summer. Climate change has made it so I don't even want to go outside... but they schedule all the fun things in the summer! Local concerts! Farmers market! Outdoor movies! Craft festivals! Carnivals! I love all those things, I just hate sweating!
So summer is probably my least favorite, but also my favorite.
If you're REALLY sure that ignoring the day would open the floodgates for retaliation, I'd text him or give a generic card. If he's just gonna be angry and bitch at you, let him be angry and block his number.
If you're currently in an abusive situation and possibly in harms way I think this might be beyond Lemmy's paygrade, since we don't know what sets him off. But it's OK to play nice for the short term if it keeps you safe long enough to escape.
Hey I have literally no advice, but as someone who similarly spirals over hypothetical anxieties, I don't think you're an awful person. I can see how a conversation about something high stakes like CPR could trigger that.
I lose and break them all the time, so I don't buy nice ones, and I don't get around to replacing them until I'm really desperate. I think it's close to that time, because I tried to think of something that would make me happy right now, and my first thought was music
Navigate without a GPS. Really, do much of anything without consulting the internet first. There's a lot of stuff I'm better than them at, but that's because I've almost never had to learn without instructions.
Usually when I'm daydreaming, I make up characters on the spot, but let's be real, they're still me under the hood. How convenient that this badass rogue woman and this undead man and this magical girl all have more dramatic versions of my baggage.
Occasionally I imagine my ideal self and they're taller and have a more masculine jaw. I can't really achieve that in real life so I try not to dwell on it too much. They're also a lot calmer and more in tune with people around them though, and I think that's an image worth keeping in my head.
The ceiling caving over the dining room was pretty bad. Right below my childhood bedroom too, so I had nightmares for a while.
Nothing too wild happened at my current place besides a pipe leaking while I was away for work. Landlord fixed the pipe but didn't clean up the water. Came home after a month to the saddest kitchen you ever saw
Bad. Rent is going up so I have to leave town. Probably not going to school anywhere near as soon as I planned because I don't foresee being able to cut hours anytime soon.
I don't even want to do all this capitalist bullshit, but I also wish I'd done it years ago so I could be stable now.
Finding an animal I forgot I owned, usually sick or half-starved in a dark, cramped enclosure.
My father was an animal hoarder, no mystery where that comes from.
Other than that, I just have a lot of dreams about my family arguing. Never anything ridiculous or dramatic, just a bunch of people who look down on each other making it known.
I'm so sorry. Let go for good work. What a rotten, unfair situation.