Birthdays are often triggering affairs for me, and, from what I’ve read on others’ blogs, I’m not alone.
My life is littered with many unfortunate birthdays. When I was a child, I had the obligatory sorts of parties. There were play places. A skating rink, even though I could barely skate (and I can’t skate now), so I hugged the wall.
These were awkward affairs. None of the people there were really my friends–just classmates. Continue reading