Anonymous wrote:I would love to forget my birthday. It would be OK if others didn't remind me. Let's be grown ups.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My parents forgot my 16th birthday so I got over that being a special day to anyone but me a long, long time ago.
That said, I do appreciate the efforts friends, coworkers, and family make. It’s nice.
But it won’t break me if they forget.
Did you have an exchange student staying with you? And a boyfriend who drove a red convertible?
You’re a very nice person, I’m sure and wouldn’t intentionally mock someone. So I’m going to assume that you didn’t read the follow up.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My parents forgot my 16th birthday so I got over that being a special day to anyone but me a long, long time ago.
That said, I do appreciate the efforts friends, coworkers, and family make. It’s nice.
But it won’t break me if they forget.
Did you have an exchange student staying with you? And a boyfriend who drove a red convertible?
Anonymous wrote:Who the f still cares about birthdays?! You are an adult, not an eight year old. We can’t even remember our social security numbers, much less our friend’s birthdays. GET OVER YOURSELF.
Anonymous wrote:Curious as to why this is under "health and medicine."
Anyway, OP, my parents divorced on my birthday when I was young. We had my special birthday dinner, I opened some presents, then we went home and they sat us down to announce that they'd be getting a divorce. Then we packed up some dishes and stuff and my dad left. A lot of my childhood birthdays were affected by this.
Then, as an adult, I realized that I am responsible for creating my own happiness. Some years, that means I take the day off for my birthday and do something fun. Some years I go to work, and I really don't care if none of my work friends wishes me a happy birthday. Usually I am off on a vacation with my DH and kids and they wish me a happy birthday; I might get calls and texts from lots of other people, but my well-being isn't made or broken by this.
I'll also add that one year (when I was an adult) my dad totally forgot. I think he mixed up the date with someone else's birthday. That stung a little but I don't make it to mean more than it is.
Anonymous wrote:My parents forgot my 16th birthday so I got over that being a special day to anyone but me a long, long time ago.
That said, I do appreciate the efforts friends, coworkers, and family make. It’s nice.
But it won’t break me if they forget.