The one day in the year on which I cry for sure - my birthday !
Recently I turned 18th.
How did my parents celebrated it ? Well my mom wished me but my dad thought text was sufficient. I felt like shit. I didn't get out of the bed. I didn't take a shower. I was trying to distract myself so i don't cry. I don't know why do I even cry because I should be used to this by now - a shitty birthday. My parents didn't celebrate my birthday until I was aware of the concept because according to their logic why waste money even when I won't remember the day. Absolutely brilliant.
when i found out what that a birthday should be celebrated or is celebrated by attending my friends' birthday parties , i asked my parents to organise the same in my birthday. they didn't want to. they thought it was too much work. so i had to beg them to buy me a cake and make food for days. then i had to decorate the room myself. i would make list of what we need to buy for decoration - colourful paper rolls and balloons. basically i was organising the whole birthday party. after a few years i got tired and stopped celebrating.
i feel like i am the one who was supposed to feel special but it felt like i was just performing happiness. so i stopped. and no one cared enough to say i should celebrate or organise something. i think it feels worse because everyone around me like my friends' parents always made their birthday special. so i felt left out. my brothers are just like my parents. they didn't want to celebrate the birthday too. they are emotionally absent. so in this house i feel like i am just the one asking for something unnecessary .