It's not really the same thing, but my aunt, whose husband is now in a nursing home because he doesn't have long to live thanks to dementia, asked me to spread the word among the family that she didn't want to hear one single person say, "how's Frank" on Christmas night. not because she doesn't care or her heart isn't breaking. Just because she's sick of saying the same thing, but trying to put it nicely instead of saying, "Well, he's shithouse actually. He's violent and can't remember shit and he hates his life and wants to die."
I wasn't trying to be insensitive to your rant monster. I just hoped you weren't cynical enough to believe that there are a lot of people who don't think of themselves and how your situation affects them before they think of you.
I used to get the shits every time someone told me how great I looked thanks to losing 20kg during pregnancy. Yeah, I look better, but I felt like shit at the time and you telling me I looked good didn't help at all, even though I know you meant it in the nicest possible way. I'm sure you know what I mean.
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