When I turned 15 there was a girl who lived in my apartment complex who I’d flirt with from time to time. On my 15th birthday her mom drunkenly tried to fuck me. While Stacy’s mom may have had it going on, I can assure you that Carmen’s mom did not.
I was friends with a narcissist for most of my life. Little did I know that one of the extremely fucked up things they like to do is ruin birthdays.
They do this because they believe they should be the center of the universe and it pains them to see other people happy, because they don’t care about anyone but themselves. You having a birthday is stealing their “spotlight.”
I’ve made plans like going out of town only to be ditched. Like they tried to give me some bullshit about how they “don’t feel like going” at the last second when the night before they pretended like they were pumped. Or they just turned their phone off the entire fucking day when they practically invited themselves.
I don’t have friends anymore because of this shit. I got sick of it. I got to the point where if someone tries to ruin my birthday, they’re getting beat up.
My best friend told me he and my gf weren’t going to meet me after I got off work because they were going camping for the weekend, just the two of them.
15th May and the current situation doesn’t mix up well.
My grandpa died on my 19th birthday