to hate competitive misery

[neverbeenproudertobewelsh]

Why do people feel the need to do this?
" I never had x as a child and I survived"
" I never had amy help when my 20 children were small and I survived"
"I breastfed till mine were 22 and my breasts fell off but I never moaned"
" I walked 50 miles in the pitch dark to school and look at me now"
AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH
We all find different things difficult/stressful and unless you are being particuarly precious competitive misery is really unheplful

feels bit more normal to post with this name

I'm so guilty of this. I am a terrible martyr.

"I breastfed till mine were 22 and my breasts fell off but I never moaned"

[hgrin]

You were lucky.

I feel much worse about this than you do, and I don't have a cleaner.

[hgrin]

Really OP is this all you have to worry about? Come back when you have some real problems

that probably should ahve had a [hwink] after it

I feel a four yorkshiremen skit comming on.

I gave birth to triplets with no drugs, In a field, On a nettle bush, With jerward playing on loop! and I never complained.

well at least you had a nettle patch. I had to make do with some dung. Some people don;t know their luck.

Dung?? You were lucky. I had a bed of nails on top of a bed of fire. God, some people don't know they're born.

LUXURY!

[hgrin]

I suppose the dung was warm and soft. Yeah, good days.

Dung? Luxury!

we didnt have competitive misery when i was a young mum, i and survived

Triplets !FFS I had my sextuplets on a raft in the middle of the North Sea by moonlight and I breastefed them all exclusively til they went to university.

Bah! You had a BED of fire? At least you were warm! Titwas Antarctica where I gave birth. On a Friday! In rush hour!

MOOONLIGHT!?

At least you could see what you were dooin.

ARF at "titwas"

If that's all you lot have to moan about you need to get some perspective and are obviously not busy enough.

I agree.

I think sonetimes people are trying to convey that the problem the op is experiencing would look a bit better with the benefit of having gotten a fucking grip a little experience and context.
But the 'whip me, beat me, call me names' brigade are fucking annoying.

I hate the present ones
Slightly unloved op "aibu to be sad that my dh of 9 years didn't given me so much as a card for my birthday?"
Beligerant fucker "you're lucky, my dh just fishes a shite out of the bog, sticks a candle in it then asks where his supper is"

Beying dreary.

As are those who go on threads with headings like "thinking of treating myself to a designer handbag" to post " I just never understand this"
Well stop fricking clicking on them then
I don't constantly click on chicken keepers to post "but my garden is too small and they are clucky fuckers"

Dull arses.

Beying dreary is Shakespearean ennui

That bed of fire WAS a luxury - the common oiks next door only had a (disposable) barbecue on top of their bed of nails.

but my garden is too small and they are clucky fuckers

Well atleast you have a garden Pag. I live in a well :(

Stealth posting there Cathy. Tisk, Tisk.