Today, I am in a funk. I'm mildly crampy, slightly annoyed and sad. I continue to have pain from bits I don't even get to use (although, truthfully, the pain is marginally better lately). Father's day is around the corner.
So, obviously, I'm not a dad. But, somehow this year is grating on me, much like getting sand in your eye. I'm a step mom. DH addresses me as "Mom" when talking to SS19. But I didn't rank so much as a card, text or FB note for "the day that shall remain nameless." HOWEVER, I know that his Step dad, his mother's current spouse, will get a Happy F day. Now, SD has been in SS's life longer, certainly. But, truthfully, I don't care. It seems like everyone else gets to be in the club... but not me. Hell, even the card DH gave me was from the pets, and didn't even mention SS19.
Why do I let this get under my skin so? I'm equally annoyed at the situation AND the fact that it annoys me! Can I say neurotic?! Geesh... I just wish things were different. And I wish I didn't care so much.