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My friend asked me out for dinner yesterday. Kept telling people at the bar it was my birthday. I kept feeling the need to explain that Sunday was my real birthday. Perhaps that is simply part of what makes me weird and I need to accept it. Regardless, for weeks I have been quite certain that the night of the 8th I should die. I know I created worry and apologize. But here I am, 42 (although not until 12:37pm central time). My best memory of the family birthday was a routine full on spanking for every year and a painful pinch to grow an inch from each family member. I remember regretting making it to another year with spankings. Fearing the end of dinner for the start of spankings. Will be focused on the time of my birth. Thanks for helping me get there. Going for an 8 mile run in the rain whenever the sun comes up...
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Hey all, i know its been quite awhile since i posted on here. Its been a summer all right. Its been something else........... You know how they say not to open the can of worms? Well a few months ago i decided to find out what my due date would have been for my first baby, the one conceived by r***. My baby would have been due on March 4th of 2006. They would be 20 years old. I was R**** on June...
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My day...today...misplaced my debit card...didn't realize it until I got to the register after shopping to a full cart. Used a different debit card and pulled apart everything looking for missing debit card before I left parking lot. Got home, dropped keys. So now I have a missing debit card, missing keys. A full cartload to unload and put away. I got everything put away.Dumped purse for a...
Big hugs <3
Please do something nice for yourself. You deserve it. Best birthday wishes to you.
Whatever the evers of those whats. . .
I, too, have a birthday which doubles as an annual trauma anniversary. I had to share my birthday with a mean brother who was born exactly four years and one day before me. I was terrified of my own birthday long before I knew what a birthday is. The few members of birth family who acknowledge my birthday at all still call me on my brother's birthday. I feel fanatically nit-picky for pointing that one day discrepancy, What's a nut-job to do? ? ?
Sometimes I wonder if I would be more at peace calling ^it^, my survival day.
Congrats on surviving another one?