It's my fiftieth in a couple of months. I'm so pleased to have got this far - I have a terminal disease - that it's a real cause for celebration for me. This evening my younger daughter mentioned in all innocence that her dad - my ex - was busy looking for a holiday for him and the two girls, over a particular week that included a very familiar date. I was so shocked, "on my birthday???" slipped out, along with a fair few tears. My daughter was horrified to realise that it was at the same time and said there was no way they'd be going away then.
I feel sad, because I have no other family apart from my daughters - I wish the date had jogged their memories without needing my help. And my stupid ex - who was with me for 20 years before he started cavorting with someone from work and left us while the girls were little... well, I know he knows when my birthday is. I should have been unreasonable with him from the start, but decided I should behave with dignity and self-respect. More fool me. I don't know why his capacity for spite still manages to shock me.
I know I'm feeling sorry for myself, but is unreasonable to be as upset as I am tonight?