It was actually my dad who mentioned it, but my mum has called me that before too. I’ve always considered myself realistic, not negative.
I work constantly to pay the bills, and I rarely have any money left for fun. If I do manage to save a little, something always seems to break in the house or the car. It feels like an endless cycle. Wake up, go to work, come home, make tea, go to bed, and repeat. My dating life is non existent (tbh, the men on offer are shocking and I can’t imagine I’ll ever have the chance to have kids). I get it, that’s life. It’s shit. I don’t moan, but I’m not going to jump up and down about it either, am I?
My dad, however, is overly positive. Even if his whole world is falling apart, he’ll act like everything is amazing. It does my head in. It’s just not real life.
AIBU?