My parents were working, no one remembered it was my birthday, I was too shy to tell anyone, didn't get any presents, and I spent it alone.
I was 11.
I was 11.
Kinda like mine but reverse. My mom had a nearvous breakdown on birthday #14. Thought my cake was poisened and wouldn't let me eat it. She's ok nowSimuLord said:Thanks to my mother telling a psychiatrist I'd made death threats against her (false), I spent my 18th birthday in a mental institution. Mom and I aren't on speaking terms anymore.
That is pretty fucked, I hope he had some horrible karma induced accident sometime afterward.flim.geek.chic said:On November 30th of 2009 my Boyfriend dumped me and kicked me out of our appartment while my mother was visiting us after he'd gone missing for 24hrs. I had to spend the day in an airport with a broken heart, a 13 hour lay over, and my mom complaining about her ruined vacation. A week later my cat died.♥