It’s my birthday on Halloween. No one really cares, my mum is dead and as an alcoholic, never really cared anyway, my brother and I are minimal contact, my dad would only remember if I reminded him and my DH isn’t a birthday type. I’m not on facebook etc.
Whenever I see someone in fancy dress or a house where they’ve put decorations out, I always inwardly pretend they’ve done it to celebrate my birthday. Kind of like the King when they put the flags out in London.
Makes me smile to myself for a good 10 days or so and I say a silent thank you as I pass.
I suspect I’m a sad old woman.