When I was little family seemed to be really important. Well at least in my eyes they seem to matter a lot. Family was always the number one priority, and this motto followed me up until my teens.
I just turned 20 this past tuesday, stepping away from a teen title and into official "adulthood". I never really thought much of birthdays, it was just another day to me. As the years went on and on through every increasing age and birthday I personally partook in, I thought it was a special event and time where family and friends came together to be with one another. However now I see it's a little different from what I had expected in the past. I knew that every birthday wasn't a grand spectacle, but it was something acknowledged with at least a small dinner. My first "adult" birthday was less than family oriented. I spent it with my boyfriend, who of course I absolutely adore, but I expected my family to arrange a dinner later in the week as we normally do. However, my younger sister can't seem to find "time" to come a dinner anymore, because of her other escapades and far more important friendlies and my father... Well he's just preoccupied with his girlfriend. All.The.Time.
Tonight was supposedly about a joint celebration of my own birthday along with my fathers, but instead turned into take out and a table set for one.
This was my dinner at midnight. I mean I shouldn't be complaining because I love this place and their food, however it just didn't feel warm (and no it wasn't because it's raw fish). I had no exchange of conversations. All I had was a pair of chopsticks and a wall in front of me.
I'm a simple girl that doesn't ask for much. So maybe I should just let this slide...
Feeling sick. X
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