No Luckity

Many of my issues in life come from basically caring far too much about other people and not enough about myself. I put other people first. Always. But I’m learning! My eldest son is notorious for basically not giving a shit about anything. This is probably down to a split between his age (18) and his personality. I’ve always said everyone could do with being “a bit more Gavin”, especially me. I think there are many of us empaths and “over carers out there”. But maybe he could do with being a little bit less “Gavin”, ahem.

A prime example of both occurred when I messaged him to ask if he needed me to make dinner for him tonight. I needed to know as I’d have to buy extra if he was coming. He took a while to reply so I just went and bought extra anyway, on the assumption he would be here. I’m making stir fry, by the way.

When he did reply he said he’d give stir fry a miss anyway so he wouldn’t need dinner. I replied saying, “Fuckity, I just went to Tesco and bought more”. If it had been me, I’d have been going, “ah ok, I’ll just have it anyway”, even though I didn’t really want it and was perfectly capable of sorting my own dinner. Gavin, however, replied, “unluckity”!!!

I guess there is a thin line between being rude and between just saying what you want. This is possibly borderline! I’m not sure. At the end of the day, it’s not his fault that I decided to go and buy more food. Anyhoo, the point is, my answer to many things needs to sound more like ‘unluckity’ from now on.