No more birthdays for me
I must admit that last year's birthday was a million times better than this year. (Which, incidentally, is today.)
Last year, I was almost 6 months pregnant and we received word that Shane would be going to war sometime in the near future. I spent the day crying and pacing back and forth in my living room.
This year, I was thrown a birthday party (this past Saturday night) by people who were supposed to be friends. My present? My present this year was to find out that my husband's lips have been planted on another woman's lips.
HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO YOU, DANIELLE!!!
Last year, I was almost 6 months pregnant and we received word that Shane would be going to war sometime in the near future. I spent the day crying and pacing back and forth in my living room.
This year, I was thrown a birthday party (this past Saturday night) by people who were supposed to be friends. My present? My present this year was to find out that my husband's lips have been planted on another woman's lips.
HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO YOU, DANIELLE!!!