Birthdays

I always celebrate my birthdays alone. If I don’t, shit happens. 

When I was little, my mom would let my brother celebrate a “second birthday” on my birthday. He would get gifts. A cake. She did this for him, for 3-4 years. 

When I was little I had two birthday parties at home with friends. My mom told me that the party wasn’t about me. It was about my friends. That they were important than me. I stopped asking for birthday parties. 

When I was married, my ex husband wouldn’t spend my birthday with me, unless it involved us going out to dinner. Even then, he wouldn’t take the day off to be with me. He just made himself available for dinner. 

We couldn’t spend his birthday together either as he spent that day with his son.

On my birthday, June 8 2022, my ex best friend got me drunk. High. She sexually assaulted me. All with her Sister, her Sisters friend and another male friend in the room next door. 

I have the worst luck with my birthday.