Hi, I've spent a few hours throwing cards into my basket. I wanted to place my first order, but oh god I'm scared of the cost?? The total is THIS (in picture) but will I have to pay more afterwards, or is that it??
If I have to pay more, how much will that be, more or less??
🥲
Sto impazzendo. Non so dove trovarlo, le 2 edicole del mio paese sembrano non avere idea se gli arrivi. Forse GAMELIFE? Non capisco bene come preordinare, ma c'è una sede fisica in un centro commerciale, magari posso chiedere; sul loro sito è a 229€... Mi sembra caro ma non ho mai comprato un UPC.
Al Toys può arrivare? Si può preordinare da loro?
Altre idee? Grazie per l'eventuale aiuto :(
My mom was born in 1965, I in 2007. I've always found it odd; when other kids said their parents were 30 or so, I was weirded out: me and my mom are 42 apart.
My grandma is still alive, and kicking ass, born in 1943. Not brain dead. Only recently... Maybe 2 years ago, has she begun deteriorating; she's an extremely different person. Nevertheless: my mom still has her mom at 61. I surely won't.
She's way unhealthier than my grandma, generally because of genetics but mostly habits; actually, mostly stress, I'm sure. She's psychologically "abused", or at least TORMENTED constantly by everyone, and everything cuz we just seem to have 0 luck on our side. She's the strongest woman ever, I don't care who history may mention, she's the toughest. But people take advantage of her resilience; not daily, but hourly. With people I mean: my father, above all; my grandma; my spoiled, selfish younger sister; employees/clients/employers.
I never see Mom enjoy life: always consciously enslaved into doing and accepting for other people. She has no hobbies. She HAS NO REAL FREE TIME. She stopped being her own person when she became a mother. I mostly know that the main reason is my father (who also is coworker of their small society, also...), but she could've had some small chance of escaping, if I hadn't been born.
Maybe seeing the changes in Grandma is what made something in my brain click: I'm grieving my mom ahead of time.
I cry almost any time she is mentioned. I try to spend every moment with her, but she's always working. I think of her constantly. She used to be the clingy one, me the stupid, idiotic teenager refusing her. Now I'm overly clingy with her, she doesn't cuddle me as she used to, I crave it and always want mommy. Even writing this I'm fully tearing up, while she's downstairs sleeping soundly and peacefully.
If When she actually dies, I won't be able to bear it. The mere hypothesis kills me. I grieve her every night despite spending all day with her.