Reflections and an Observation

[pickledtink]

  In less then 12 hours I will 39 years old. I feel it. I feel it every which way and how. My body is all ew and stuff. My brain has gone to mush and my soul is not my own

Comments

[taliesinsmuse]

I understand completely how you feel. While we're in different situations, I do know how it feels to feel... forgotten... on your birthday. I grew up in a family where birthdays were made into a big deal. Even if there was no money, a cook-out would be had, or I was allowed to invite friends over or something. Something to make my day a bit more special. And now that I've moved out of my family's house, it's a struggle to get Dennis to see how important it is to me. Because any way I explain it, I sound like a selfish, greedy brat who is only looking to be the center of attention. But it's my birthday

[volatilefiona]

I understand. My husband bought a card. When I wanted him to spend time with me, I got a speech about how we were leaving for Pennsic in a few days and he needed to get his armor together. I hate my birthday. Its a day that hammers home just how unimportant I am.

[pickledtink]

The worst part of this year is I won't be alone. He's home this whole week from his night job. And yet, I called and made the reservation and when it comes time to pay it will be me whipping out the CC because I've had to take away all of his money.

And yes Kerri, it drives home the fact that in the grand scheme of life you're just unimportant. Every year it's the same. I used to make these grand jestures to show my appreciation and love and in return I always get bit in the ass.

Kier, I say we get drunk and make Dennis drive us around. We'll just keep toasting the awesomeness of all women! Kerri, I say you join us and leave Sav to deal with the kiddies.

[taliesinsmuse]

Word.