Youngish family member (by marriage routinely vague- books fury or anguish, triggering a slew of, "Are you OK, Hun? I'm here if you need me!" from friends. I never feel I can respond appropriately unless I know what the problem is.
Now it's "How can I tell (late) DP how much more painfully I miss you as Christmas approaches?" It's only October 2nd! At my count there's 83 days of this ahead. I do care that there's been a premature parental death, I really do, but is dignity really not a thing any more?
I know I can scroll past and I do; I know I could block them but I don't; they're family and I love them. I just wish they'd stop. I'm venting here because I'd never say it to them.
Am I just a mean curmudgeonly old harridan?
Oh bum, it will be (redacted) elf on the (redacted redacted) shelf any day now, won't it?
Perhaps I could hibernate?