I was born on November 9th 1999, it must've been an OK day.
I hope it was , I grew up poor so I remember my mom telling me we, as a family, could no longer afford to celebrate my birthday with a party and get birthday gifts and Christmas gifts.
That happened on my 7th birthday. The next birthday celebration I had was a dinner without my mom at 16. She died that year so her inability to attend wasn't a shock to anyone.
I've never felt celebrated, only ever tolerated like my family and friends did things with me or for me because they had to.
I dont get celebrated. People meet my tough and strong exterior and run away no one sees below, beneath. They don't see the soft, sad, scared 7 year old who just wants one birthday celebration surrounded by family and friends and happiness.
I guess I know my place as the tolerated one.
It's ok, at the end of the day I only tolerate myself also.
