Happy Mother Fucking Birthday to Me

Yes, here I am. Its my 41st birthday and I've spent the day feeling sorry for myself. In the large scheme of things, I really shouldn't be. I do have it so much better than most. But, still. Here I am. Wallowing in my self pity.

Why?? My mother fucking shit head for a husband so graciously forgot my b'day. He was even home all day...working from home. Not one fucking word from him. I got happy B'days from everyone else BUT him. Hell, what did I expect??? He's forgotten me on Mother's day...why not today as well??

Oh wait. He did come in after the girls and I came in from girl scouts and having dinner without him and say he forgot to tell me. He says I'm sorry. No hug. NO NOTHING. I say ok. Then he looks at me like I'm the one that fucked up. And he sits outside still fucking working. He's said nothing else to me since then.

Calgon. Take me away.