I don't care that Birthday Weekend this year was a wild, out of control celebration.
And I guess you do have to experience really bad stuff to appreciate good stuff. In this case, last year's iteration of birthday weekend dealing with a man who was mentally falling apart and screaming at me. That, combined with the issue of hitting the point where his care needs outstripped my capabilities, made the whole experience icky.
And I am beginning to howl about one subject. Everyone in my dad's family swears I will be in a relationship again. And I suspect they will confirm that my first college roommate was right when he said I was the marrying type. My dad's family is full of avid gamers, and I suspect that they are making book with an over and under number related to the age of the man I will marry.
I have GOT to learn what that one is.
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