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Time: 2:00 pm EST
Location: Georgia
Watching: Pulse
Thinking: Bad things

Another birthday has come and gone. Had I not mentioned my birthday to my family it would have gone unnoticed again. Just as it has for the past 5 years.

Seven years ago was the last time I actually had my birthday on my birthday. My family forgot my birthday until I brought it up three months later. By then there was not enough money for even a card. They had just driven 800 miles to see family we didn't know we had.

Five years ago I was given a gift. Let me rephrase that...A gift was ordered for me and it never arrived. Turns out it was canceled to pay for gas money to go and help my sister.

Three years ago I got a card because there wasn't enough money after having a big christmas. Lets see...one sister was sent $500. the other was sent a riding tackle ($1200). I got a 5 year old game that was too old to run on my computer ($12).

Last year it was forgotten completely.

I live at home with my family. I was here when my father had his heart attack. I was at the hospital with him when he had his stroke. I was there for him when he needed (not just wanted) help.

I did the same thing for my mother. Also a stroke and heart attack victim. She had a Quad bypass a few years ago. Who helped her? I did. Who set up her computer so she could use it in bed? I did. I set up her Oxygen system (With help for that one).

Do I ask for much? I don't know. I honeslty don't want much. I want to have a birthday with my family that I remembed, not because it was bad but because my family put thought into it. I don't want a lot of big gifts. A card would show that they cared. This year my father wrote a note on a peice of paper telling me happy birthday. I thanked him; gave him a hug.

My mother, the woman who gave birth to me could spend $3 on a walmart birthday card. She couldn't write a note saying Hapy birthday to me. Why? She said she forgot. Apparently I am of such little importance to her that the day I was born is easily forgotten. Its understandable. I was a caesarian so my mother didn't feel anything when I was born.

I did actually have a good birthday. I was not at home of course. I spent the day with my girlfriend watching movies.

Well I have ranted and raved enough for today. Perhaps I will say something else on another day. In case you haven't noted already, yes I have issues.