Birthdays /stink
Hi
Since the day i was born birthdays have been lonely and stink.
I was adopted so when I was born I was born alone. My adoptive parents were wonderful they celebrated my birthday and loved me very much. But when I was 9 years old my adopt. mother died. Then when I was 18 my adopt. father died. Since then I have been alone.
I was married for 16 years which I had 2 children. During those years I would get a simple happy birthday. Thats it. I always made sure my children and now EX husband always had birthday dinners and birthday cakes and anything special I could do. I always made it a big deal!
I have been remarried now for 6 years to a wonderful man. My children are grown and have lives of there own.
Yesterday was my birthday.I did wake up to a nice note saying Happy birthday Love you so much have a great day. My husband had to work so I spent the day all alone washing laundry, cleaning the typical normal day. I did recieve my 2 phone calls from my children saying happy Birthday mom. (no cards, no flowers just a phone call from 2 grown children. Which that is all I get for mothers day and All holidays as well just a phone call.)
When my husband got home he gave me some money for my birthday which is always nice. he did his normal thing playing on the computer with his gaming buddys. Inbetween saying Its my birthday girl. I love you etc.. I asked him what he wanted to do for dinner he said he didnt care it was my day. SO we sat there for a bit saying what do you want for dinner. After me making suggestions and him to intune to his computer game. I just went into the kitchen and made chicken tenders because I didnt feel like cooking to begin with. then after dinner I made his lunch for work. Meanwhile he played his computer game.We did drink some wine while I went on facebook, myspace.till i was so bored. I went upstairs and took a bath.
When I pulled the water out of the bath he came up stairs. I went to bed. when he got into bed he was like its your birthday watch what ever you want. I did he feel asleep. That was my birthday.
Alone again. The sad part is he asked me weeks ago what I wanted for my birthday I told him to Surprise me.
Even though when he would say oh its soon to be your birthday I would respond its just another day. And he would say no it is not its your special day.
I think what bothers me the most. Is the fact that I was reminded that it was my birthday and it is suppose to be my special day and in the end I really didnt get anything special as usual. Oh well that is my life. I was born alone and I know I will die alone.