My birthday is cursed. As long as I can remember, I have never had a truly HAPPY birthday. There were some meh ones, which on the scale of my birthdays is great. Three years ago I was picking up Kai's ashes on the 12. My dad's fiance, practically wife, passed away last month. Her birthday? March 12th. Sigh. The date just has so much sadness attached to it. So this year, I just decided to change it. I even changed it on facebook, to avoid my poor dad having to see lots of birthday posts, on a day that will be rough for him. So this year March 7th was my birthday. I had a pretty good day, but don't think changing it helped.
1. I changed it to avoid heartache, but still had to explain the reasons why 20 times, still rehashing sadness.
2. People get confused.
3. Family will just skip birthday all together.
4. People think you are crazy.
So to recap, birthdays suck.
Not dead yet.
11 hours ago