I am happy it is over. Perhaps a little too happy. See I hate my birthday. It was yesterday. I don't get out of bed on my birthday. I usually request off of work, skip class (when I was in college). My grandmother's was on the 3rd and we celebrated together for 10 years until she died. Two days before my 13th her mother died. I hate my birthday.
I don't have my birthday visible on Facebook. Unless you are a close friend you don't know it. In college, everyone thought I loved it because I requested off, but I hated it. First day of the fall semester I put up whatever blocks I had for the day, and I didn't leave the house or my bed. I did go to work yesterday. It was difficult. I hate it.
This year I was lucky, only my aunt, and two friends and one of those I let it slip to when my aunt called. and my brother wished me a happy birthday. My brother called me, I was up stairs in my room, didn't even do it face to face. I don't know if his wife and him are respecting the fact I hate my birthday or if she just doesn't care. I thought she would have the kids make me a card or something I thought she was going to.
People just read me wrong about all the birthday stuff. I hate it. It is hard for me to be grateful.
When I was with my ex it was easier I guess. I still didn't get out bed on my birthday unless he was home. The morning of my birthday he would wake me up with a spanking. I usually got another at bedtime. Friday night and at least once Saturday and Sunday and each one was at least the number of years I was.
I realized that this is the first year i haven't had a Birthday spanking since I turned 18.
19 was my first. he was my sexual partner vanilla and dom master
20 was a dom that i can't even tell you his name
21-26 was my ex
27 was a friend and play partner
this year is a year off I guess. LOL
but over all my birthdays suck. always have since I was little always will I guess.