Feb 15, 2008 10:09
I've come to realize that every big milestone in my life has happened with a soft thud, rather than a big bang. Big birthdays have come and gone without much thrill, my senior prom was so dull I don't remember much of it, and even my wedding - though beautiful - felt like it was all for him and I was just a supporting character. . . we didn't even make it a year.
I spent my 21st birthday with no one but my step-mom and my lame-duck boyfriend.
I turn 25 in 2.5 months. I am terrified. And yet, I can't see myself surrounded by friends who rib me for getting old. My love won't be there; he'll still be in DC and we probably won't be back together anyhow. I guess my family will be around... I really just want my next big(ish) day to feel important. And about me. Every other one has ended up being about someone else.