We Gon’ Party Like It’s Your Birthday And You Know We Don’t Give A Fuck It’s Not Your Birthday!

Yesterday was my birthday.

I feel like that’s all that needs to be said. Since my day was as lame as that sentence.

I “celebrated” 31 years of life by just making it through the day.

No cake.

No gifts.

No flowers.

No nothing.

No one even told me Happy Birthday to my face until I lost my temper with little E over something petty at night and raised my voice (which I hardly do), and so I had to apologize to him. I explained that even though it wasn’t an excuse, I was feeling frustrated that it was my birthday and I had had a bad day, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on him. So that made him cry and then it made me cry and that made me feel even more shitty. All because I was feeling sorry for myself.

So I called him over and gave him a hug and he explained that he felt bad for not saying Happy Birthday and I told him I wasn’t mad at him at all, I was just pouting. So we hugged and that was my one “Happy Birthday” all day.

It’s stupid and pathetic, and normally I don’t make a big deal about my birthday anyways, but this year I thought it might be different.

It wasn’t.

And the reality of that hurt more than anything I could imagine.

-50 Cent/In Da Club-


9 thoughts on “We Gon’ Party Like It’s Your Birthday And You Know We Don’t Give A Fuck It’s Not Your Birthday!

  1. A very merry unbirthday to me
    To who?
    To me
    Oh you!
    A very merry unbirthday to you
    Who me?
    Yes, you!
    Oh, me!
    Let’s all congratulate us with another cup of tea
    A very merry unbirthday to you!

    i’m going to go have a cup of tea now. that song exhausts me. Here’s to your best 32nd year ever.

  2. You’re a good mum, a beautiful person πŸ’– and wishing you see lovely things there in each moment and each beautiful moment carry on being loving, lovable and know you’re loved. ❀️ I’ve finished the speed reading beloved and now feel I am up to date with your journey. πŸ“š Now to go get some work done before the boss sacks me, oh wait, I’m self employed. πŸ˜„

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