My birthday was this week and it was pretty fun. I celebrated with 10 of my friends at place full of jumpy castles (is that what they’re called?), I got a lot of heartfelt presents.
You know how your family is supposed to know you best? Mine apparently doesn’t really know me. While my friends gave me personal gifts, my family gave me cash and a generic card about “how much I’ve grown”.
It’s not the gifts that bother me, it’s that I thought my family knew me well, what I liked and what I didn’t. It’s a hard blow when you discover that someone you thought knew you well and genuinely remembered details about you just doesn’t.
Has anyone ever experienced that? Do tell, cause I literally feel like the only person to experience this.
Hasta luego, Yet Another Blogger