You know, the one who means well, but who can’t help stepping on each of your personal landmines in every single conversation you have.
As in …
“So what did you do for Father’s Day?”
“Um, mainly break down crying and try to forget. My father died three years ago, as you well know.”
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“Are you all excited about the new season of that TV show? The Times wrote about it!”
“You mean the one I hysterically sobbed to you about because they’ve dropped me like yesterday’s false eyelash? No, I honestly don’t think I’ll be glued to the set. In fact, I’ll be on suicide watch.”
“You know what you should do? You should write a book already! That would be great!”
“Whaaat? I’ve written three of them! You came to the pub parties!”
And worst of all …
“You know who looks beyond amazing lately? Your ex-boyfriend!”
Anyway, is it easier to just say yes to everything while biting one’s tongue so hard it drips blood?