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Well, happy birthday to me I guess.

My mother forgot. As did the rest of my family. My sister-in-law sent me a text via e-mail though, and my brother sent his birthday wishes for me through her. *sniffs* Other than that. The virtual world was my only savior.

Families, who needs ‘em. Bah.

Ok, granted. I didn’t want anyone to make a big deal about my birthday, I even refused to tell some people what the date was. I even *threatened* people with -and I quote- “I don’t want to hear those two words at ALL”. However, those were the people that remembered, those were the people I didn’t mind. I guess after the weeks of hell I’ve been through, and still going through, it was an ok thing to hear “happy” SOMETHING.

But when your own mom doesn’t call when she said she would, and your family (who got you ARRESTED for being a suspected associate of attempted murder the week before.) completely forgets about you, it hurts. So, screw families. I don’t need them. At least my brother remembered -and he’s in jail- so f**k them. Acknowledgement might have nice, even if I said I didn’t want to hear it. “Hi, Amy, just called to ask how you were today because I was thinking of you”. Nope, nada, zip, zilch.

The irony of it all? A person who for the past 20-rough years has been my childhood influence, my “dream husband” (I was 4 at the time.) and role model (as in personality-wise) remembered unintentionally.

Exactly two weeks ago, I signed up a 3-year membership to his fanclub/charity, which specifically said “please allow 6-8 weeks for processing on the information” I was expecting it to arrive sometime in June, and possibly even July because of overseas posting. (It takes forever, usually)

Miserable as crap’s day in hell, a day I’ve been dreading to see for the past 72 hours; I went to check my mailbox in some hope that someone had sent me a card. I bump into something on the front porch when I open the door. I figured it was one of those home shopping magazines, or maybe another gift my sister-in-law sent me.

It was wrapped in a plastic dry-cleaners bag with my address in permanent marker. (It had been raining, heh. More irony…DRY-cleaning. Nevermind.) I was confused, took it inside, sat on my bed, opened it to find the yellow package with the ink-stamped logo of the association on it. I f**king flipped.

Inside, a letter from the co-ordinator and partner, telling me she had enclosed a few extra back-issues of the magazines. An autographed photo, as well as a whole bunch of other things I haven’t even had the chance to begin to read. I know it means nothing, but for it to come early, and on a day I felt I needed something to give me some f**king joy, it was JUST what I needed. It was one of the best birthday presents ever. And they didn’t even do it on purpose. I swear, the guy needs to stop saving me from insanity. He’s done it so many times, he should start keeping a tab…

Sorry, that probably made no sense. I just needed to rant. I need sleep…

No, what I really need is one month of no drama. My grandpa is extremely sick and possibly dying of a heart condition at the age of 73, I’ve got other personal issues. My brother was supposed to come out of jail this week, but won’t be out until *maybe* “sometime” in June. Which I only was just reminded about an hour ago he’ll be in there for HIS birthday, and his son’s 3rd, and his eldest daughter’s 6th. Their birthdays are only day(s) apart, he hasn’t seen his children for almost 2 years, and he missed my sister in-laws and his middle daughter’s 4th birthdays just gone.

God, does it ever end? This whole year just SUCKS!

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