My mother and stepmother continue to buy for my children. I've asked them to stop, to limit it, to be aware of the size of my house. I've asked them to let their friends know. I blog. I discuss. I've asked friends not to buy for them. My house is 900 square feet. 5 of us live here.
If I were a vegetarian, you wouldn't bring me steak.
I've begged, pleaded, fired off angry emails, sad emails, I've called, discussed, written notes.
I know you think it's just a small teddy bear, I know an educational book, a placemat, a coloring book seems innocuous.
But it isn't.
Because I asked you not to and you did anyway.
Maybe these things have value, maybe not.
Maybe my kids would LOVE them. Maybe I'm an ungrateful cooze.
Regardless, I look at them and am angry.
So out they go.
Im no longer returning things. I'm throwing them in a bag and donating them.
I can't deal with it.
So fyi. But thank you for the gift.
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