That is so tough, I'm sorry you're going through that.People wishing happy birthday on FB to people that can't read it.
On my late husband's birthday people posted on his FB and I bet they judged me for not. He's not going to bleeping read it he's dead.
My dead husband's sister wishes happy birthday to our kids on his Facebook timeline, but doesn't send them a card! Make make sense.
People wishing my infant nephew happy birthday on his mum's Facebook page, he's not going to read it, he can't bleeping read.
I was once asked by the pet crematorium if I wanted to send a card for my cat. Jesus, she couldn't read when she was alive!
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My rant is that I've been volunteering at a few old peoples' homes, and everyone is so bleeping rude to me. I've been shouted at for not cleaning things that I have absolutely cleaned spotless, I have been told that someone is going to slip and break their neck because I mopped the floor, I've been accused of stealing. I get that some of these people probably have early stage dementia, but it's been horrible for me nonetheless. I genuinely think I will give it up, because it's too bad for my welfare to be treated like this when I'm unpaid and trying to do something nice for people. Yesterday I went in and someone had left a note that said: "CLEANER!!! CLEAN UNDER SOFAS AND HOOVER RUGS, PLEASE!" Jesus. They've had dozens of hours of unpaid labour from me, they're in a poor position to all caps me! And the only time I didn't clean under the sofas was last week when my endometriosis was too bad to bend down or haul heavy furniture around.
Also my workplace has two toilets and both of them are almost un-useable. One has had the seat totally broken off and the other literally comes off the wall a bit when you sit down!
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