My brother called me to wish me a happy birthday, and I told him out of the blue about our favorite teacher dying this week. He was all happy, and I just blurted it out.
I meant to tell him two days ago, but first I couldn't find his number, then I forgot all about it yesterday. I have two autistic sons to raise and that could be enough to make me forget, but I still should have remembered.
I don't understand why I am not more upset; she was a wonderful teacher who helped me. All I've been thinking about is birthday and exercise and housework and husband and birthday. It's not like I'm even doing anything today other than having a bit of cake.
It's just that I did not say it that way to hurt his feelings; I get nothing from that except guilt, one of the least fun emotions ever.
People have accused me of being insensitive and downright evil for making blunders like this one. Fortunately my husband and BFF don't think of me that way. I should be grateful for that
My brother is logical and considerate; he would have thought before thinking. It seems that I never do.
And I've been this way for 45 years.
Time to get over myself; my husband is coming home with the cake.
25 Jul 2014, 4:56 pm
