Here I sit by myself in a pub in the middle of the afternoon. Just feeling sorry for myself that no one cares that it’s my birthday.
I wish I could quit caring about my birthday. There was a time when I made a big deal about birthdays. My second husband kind of squashed that out of me.
I have this long standing desire for someone out there to consistently make me feel like I matter to them and that they’re happy that I was born on this day.
Is it stupid to feel that way? Am I asking for too much?
I’m so happy my children were born. I hope they know that from me telling them I love them.
Will anyone ever feel that way about me?