June is a minefield. It contains:
My father’s birthday (RIP)
My mother’s birthday (estranged)
The day my uncle died which is also his birthday (RIP)
My grandfather’s birthday (RIP)
My birthday (cursed)
Not to mention it is so hot my AC hasn’t turned off in over a week and I can’t get the house below 80 degrees. I don’t want to think about that bill.