I debated long and hard about making this post. It's nothing bad just personal and honestly not even that personal.
For as long as I can remember since 8th grade I have hated my birthday. It was the year every body and I mean everybody completely forgot my birthday. Matters only became worse when my oldest daughter (whom I love to death) was born 5 days before my birthday. That year was a good year and the last year I remember being a good year. As I get older I start to dislike it more and more... I mean who should be stuck making their own cake and cleaning the entire house along with having both kids the entire day bc your ex rather go play some LARP game at a camp with his friends.
Than I was questioning as to why if I hate my birthday so much I always feel disappointed after the day has ended that no one seemed to care... well for the longest time there I fought my little side. Tooth and nail... and since I've accepted her it finally makes sense... well big me HATES my birthday wouldn't you know it... my little side loves it and wants to feel special...
She wants the balloons and people wishing us a happy birthday. She wants all the cake and candy she can eat. She wants to know people care.... and yet big me is always telling everyone not to worry about it be ause I hate it.
That's where I stand today... on my 28th birthday... hoping someone cares enough to say something while also praying no one mentions it. Endless to say I am an emotional mess and am trying to make the best of it... after all I am getting a massage and a facial today. But still... I hate conflicting feelings.
So well... Happy Birthday to me...
Always be kind...
Pandabear