Yesterday was my birthday. Just another ordinary day.
I kind of thought maybe my cyber-husband would remember but he didn’t. I guess now I’m going to have to file for divorce…for something like “failure to remember.” Do you think those are legitimate grounds? (I forgive him.)
I had to go to the pharmacy to get a scrip filled for an antibiotic. My dentist insisted after the implant he put in to replace the tooth he shattered….fell out. Now, I have a gaping hole in my gum but it’s a back molar so again, I don’t look like Bubbas’ sister/wife.
I considered getting a tiny birthday cake but they didn’t have any tiny birthday cakes. I wandered up and down the isles, looking at food and thinking about how much nothing appealed to me.
Suddenly, I heard the song “I feel good.” I looked up and this rather large man was trying to get his phone out of his pocket to turn down the volume. He started talking to me and the conversation morphed into me getting out my phone so he could look at it. I told him I had music on it but I couldn’t figure out how to play it. He showed me all of his songs…love songs….songs that I care nothing about anymore but I tried to act interested.
He was an ex-police officer and wanted me to hear his ring tone. It was a siren. We chatted a few more minutes and it was pleasant but I found myself wanting to get away from him. As I was walking away, he said “take care baby girl.”
Take care baby girl? What the fuck is that?
Later that night, I got an email alert. It was from my middle daughter. I didn’t really want to read it but after about an hour, I opened it and read it. It said “Happy Birthday, Mom!”…like I still lived in the same town….like we were still talking….like we were friends. I had emailed her on the 26th of May and I had heard nothing from her. I don’t imagine I ever would have…had it not been my birthday.
“Happy Birthday Mom.” Succinct…non-committal…safe…obligatory. I guess she’s reserving a lengthy conversation for Loser and that WTC, who are going to Florida next week to celebrate all the June birthdays with my children.
I haven’t had a happy birthday in many, many years…especially the last four. Last year, I met with Loser after my birthday (and his) and he looked at me with those lying, mournful eyes and said “I really wanted to get you a birthday card but I figured you’d tear it up and give it back to me.”
I wonder if he would have taken that WTC with him to pick it out or if he would have hidden it from her? My money’s on his usual antics…lying and hiding.
So…happy birthday to me…one year older and one year closer to death! Yikes!