So it's my birthday tomorrow.
True to form it's already awful.
My parents fight all the time, thats unfortunately normal behavior in my family, but they always make a special effort to be even worse whenever my birthday comes around. It's like they even have a special formula;
Dad pisses off mum.
Mum over reacts.
I get stuck in the middle.
Dad yells at me.
I get upset.
Mum yells at me for being upset.
We all go to bed angry.
We wake up on my birthday ignoring each other.
I receive no gifts, or if I do it's something they want and I don't. (like my 16th, a new beanbag cover cause mum didn't like the one I had....and I liked.)
I go to work and everything is s**t.
I get home and they are still ignoring each other.
Around 7pm they decide to start screaming again.
8pm I'm off somewhere alone crying.
We don't talk to each other for a week
End of week I have to apologize for starting it all (never sure how that works)
They both decide it was all my fault anyway, thereby eliminating any and all guilt regarding how my birthday went down for the...5th? maybe 6th year in a row.
Happy ******** Birthday to me.
And work..I just know it's gonna be some crappy card that maybe 10 people out of the 40 people working with me signed. A scatchie or 2 (if I'm lucky) and a cake that I hate.
In the meantime, 2 people will remember to send my happy birthday txts, 1 email from strike bowling bar with my birthday voucher and no calls.
Wonderful. I really hate this time of year.
True to form it's already awful.
My parents fight all the time, thats unfortunately normal behavior in my family, but they always make a special effort to be even worse whenever my birthday comes around. It's like they even have a special formula;
Dad pisses off mum.
Mum over reacts.
I get stuck in the middle.
Dad yells at me.
I get upset.
Mum yells at me for being upset.
We all go to bed angry.
We wake up on my birthday ignoring each other.
I receive no gifts, or if I do it's something they want and I don't. (like my 16th, a new beanbag cover cause mum didn't like the one I had....and I liked.)
I go to work and everything is s**t.
I get home and they are still ignoring each other.
Around 7pm they decide to start screaming again.
8pm I'm off somewhere alone crying.
We don't talk to each other for a week
End of week I have to apologize for starting it all (never sure how that works)
They both decide it was all my fault anyway, thereby eliminating any and all guilt regarding how my birthday went down for the...5th? maybe 6th year in a row.
Happy ******** Birthday to me.
And work..I just know it's gonna be some crappy card that maybe 10 people out of the 40 people working with me signed. A scatchie or 2 (if I'm lucky) and a cake that I hate.
In the meantime, 2 people will remember to send my happy birthday txts, 1 email from strike bowling bar with my birthday voucher and no calls.
Wonderful. I really hate this time of year.
