I guess. Birthdays kind of suck for me. I have the best family ever, my husband busts his butt to make me happy, my kids make me birthday cards, and hubby buys me a gift that I know I want and makes sure that I know that it’s from the kids. I am truly a very lucky person, and I know it and it’s wonderful. And now for the “but”. But birthdays are something that you are supposed to share with your parents. I have nothing to do with either of my parents for various reasons. Lets just say I struck out twice in the mom and dad department. Threee times if you count the wicked stepmother. But on this day more than any other day in the year, I miss them, and it makes me sad that I won’t even hear from them today. Would I talk to my father if he called me? I don’t know. He hasen’t called in almost 5 years, he won’t start now so I suppose the question is moot. I would like to think my parents look at the calendar on this day and feel something, I am pretty sure my mother does, most of her issues are not of her creation. But my father has always and will always be an enigma to me. I just hope his decision to abandon his only child and grandchildren is one he is happy with. I know I’m not very damn happy.
