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My father's 55th birthday was today. I bought him a pipe and some good tobacco. He had always joked around about having one and so I finally got him one. I was the only one out of my family to buy him a gift. I was the only one who acknowledged his birthday. My brother did not come home once today because I think he realized that it was my father's birthday and he did not get him anything. Lenae had rehearsal until 10:00pm tonite and was not able to drop by and say hello. My little sister is at my mom's this week. Naturally my mom did not give my little sister money to buy a gift for my father because my mother hates him, and she is a bitch.
So my father's birthday consisted of him golfing this afternoon, me giving him his gift, and then he and I driving to Arby's to get his dinner. And then he ended up going to bed early. Wow. What a shitty birthday. My father is so much better than that. He deserves more than his life will ever be able to offer him, and that saddens me. He told us not to make his birthday a big deal, but at the end of the night as he was going to bed I heard him say "I didn't even get a cake or icecream."
Talk about feeling like shit.
So my father's birthday consisted of him golfing this afternoon, me giving him his gift, and then he and I driving to Arby's to get his dinner. And then he ended up going to bed early. Wow. What a shitty birthday. My father is so much better than that. He deserves more than his life will ever be able to offer him, and that saddens me. He told us not to make his birthday a big deal, but at the end of the night as he was going to bed I heard him say "I didn't even get a cake or icecream."
Talk about feeling like shit.