By the time this is posted, I’ll be 25 years old!
Yeah this is probably going to suck.
Before I met my ex, I never really celebrated my birthday. Sure, I had the birthday meal with my parents, but that’s about it. Heck for the first 17 years of my life, I shared my birthday celebration with my brother (our birthdays are only 4 days apart). As such, I never really celebrated it. Or rather, I don’t even know how to – gathering a bunch of people to celebrate the day I was born makes me feel self-centered. So I never really bothered to celebrate it with others, just buying myself something nice and enjoying the day doing whatever I want.
That all changed when I met my ex.
Her family makes a huge celebration and party out of birthdays. It essentially becomes an all-day affair, going out to eat good food for lunch and supper. They also splurge on presents – we’re talking hundreds of dollars on each other’s presents. The weird thing is – I didn’t mind spending that much money to make someone happy on their birthday. And when my birthday rolled around, I got the same treatment. I tried to act indifferent, but deep down, the three birthdays I had when I was with my ex were the happiest birthdays of my life.
Now, I’m on my own again. Which means I get to celebrate it the same way I used to celebrate it.
I liked the presents, but they weren’t that important to me. Rather, there were just a few things that I actually looked forward to on my birthday.
I’m not getting any of these this birthday.