It’s The Lack Of Thought That Counts

I feel sorry for The Ex.  I really do.  Though I did start to get sick of his moaning after a while.  I’m good at doing sympathy up to a point, but don’t push it, or I will start to get irritated, and then I may just snap.  But anyway, it was his twenty-ninth birthday the other day, and the only present he got was the DVD I bought him on behalf of The Toddler.  Hmm.  Nice.  His mum apparently didn’t know what to get him, so just didn’t bother.  His sister confessed that she just didn’t bother.  And his three brothers have apparently yet to comment.  I’d forgotten how thoughtful they all are.

Now, he could have lied to me, but given that he gave me a list of present options, and has been pestering me about what I might get him since Christmas, I am inclined to believe him when he says he did the same to everyone in his family.  Especially as he spends more time with them than with anyone else.  My parents didn’t get me much for my last birthday, but I was thrilled with what they did get me.  And not only did they get me some presents, but they also made a fuss, inviting The Toddler and myself round for a nice meal and cake.  Nothing like that for The Ex of course.  Hmm.  Poor guy.  Though given what each and every other member of The Family act like when it’s their birthdays, I think they’re just a tiny bit hypocritical.  It’d be like me making a huge fuss about my birthday, having a right go if people didn’t get me exactly what I wanted, et cetera et cetera, and then making no effort whatsoever for anyone else.  But it’s what they do.  They’re all so self-obsessed and selfish.  It’s scary.  And The Toddler is best out of it as far as I’m concerned.  Oh, and despite inviting The Family round for The Toddler’s visit to his flat yesterday, once again, not one of them could be bothered to turn up.  Nice to know she means so much to them.  Hmm.  But at least she won’t ever get attached to them.  That’d be horrible.  Especially as then they might have some influence over her character.  As it happens, the only influence they should have on her is genetic.  I just hope that the selfishness and the self-obsession was learned behaviour rather than innate.  Hmm.  Potentially worrying, but I’d imagine unlikely.

Anyhow, it’s at times like this that I really begin to appreciate what I have once more.  I realise how lucky I am to have relatives that actually care.  Though I suppose that it’s not an uncommon occurrence.  I hope it isn’t.  That would be depressing.  I have yet to become acquainted with anyone else who has a family like The Family though, so I am hopeful that they are an aberration.  Though you never know.  Maybe my family and I are the mad ones.  I do doubt that though.