I've had a fairly horrible year, involving being signed off university with serious depression. My dad knows this. He also knows that my mother lives on the other side of the world and that I wouldn't be getting to spend Christmas with her.
I've given up expecting presents - he doesn't 'do' Christmas. Fair enough. I sent him a card for his birthday (20th December) and another for Christmas. No acknowledgement of either. No phone call on the day - yes, I could have phoned him, but having not been contacted for around 6 months I wasn't really in the mood. All in all, I was pretty reconciled to not hearing from him again.
I arrived home today to find a card from him and his partner, with a rose on the front. It was one that she designed - she does 'botanical art' and has them printed. They keep them in a big box and send them when they need cards - she also sells them. I say this only to make the point that this isn't something that's been carefully chosen - it's from their stock of last-minute greeting cards.
The text inside said - 'To Boojum, Best wishes for Xmas and the New Year, love from Dad and Partnersname. The rose was from our garden.'
That's it. No 'how are you', no 'hope you're feeling better', no 'thanks for the birthday card'. WIBU to scrawl 'I don't give a flying fuck where the sodding rose came from' on it and send it back to them?
Obviously I would. Sorry for the rant.