I'm kinda upset..every year, my birthday rolls around. The sun is out, weather is warm, perfect for a picnic, day at the beach, night on the town, all that fun summer stuff.
But, I'm noticing. The last 7yrs, have been AWFUL for my b-day. All I've wanted is family and close friends, and it seems like everyone either ignores it or bails on the plan. Or, gives me an excuse.
I get life happens, I get people have jobs, I get people have families, summer vacations etc. But when I call you a MONTH prior, if not even earlier than that, is it that hard to try to maybe say yes, for once? Or at least TRY to find a sitter, for an hour? Or instead of sending me a message on Facebook, to CALL? No. Hitting "send" is a really hard task. So hard that even my 89yr old grandmother STILL calls me and sings me happy birthday!
This year is even more depressing as I have ONE...ONE sibling here now. We all moved here in '97, I NEVER wanted to live in this friggin' state, and now I'm stuck here cause kids and military. So, with having one sibling who has a horrible memory for dates/times on things, and all my friends not being able to go, despite me mentioning it a long while ago...kinda irkes me.
I swear I usually am not this petty. But I moved to a place with next to NO friends, (where I don't even feel comfortable asking ward members to watch my kids because I feel I'm burdening them regardless of how much they try to assure me I'm not, I FEEL like I am) I work full time, I never go out, this is the one time I can, and want to, and of course, again, everyone isn't able to.
URRRRRRRRRGH!!
Hey, they sell hard alcohol in stores now, if I was a drinker, I would've just done that for my big 3-1. Get sloshed, go to bed. Just like Charlie Sheen, WINNING.
I should clarify. Last year was NOT awful. The throwing up part was. But the person who had me in mind and tried very hard to make me happy, was very sweet and I'm forever grateful. I just wish I had a crystal ball to have known I'd get violently sea sick.
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