Crap, crap, crap, Trina’s birthday is coming up and I’m at a complete loss. I mean, I KNOW I have to take her to get a steak, and in honor of her birthday, NOT roll my eyes when she commits sacrilege and has it cooked past medium—but what else do I get her this year? Craaap.
I’d like to, but I expect her anxiety will tell her everyone who’s working with her will think she’s an awful human. I’m not just having to shop for her, I’m having to shop for her anxiety. It’s the third person in my relationship.