It's my birthday today and the people who matter don't seem to give a toss. My mother and sister asked a few days ago if I wanted to go out for lunch today, to which I said yes, but today has just gone by like any other Sunday when ds is at his dad's. I'm now sat here having almost finished a bottle of wine and I just don't care any more. I'm not after sympathy or happy birthdays, just wanted to say how utterly fed up and low I feel and that this has to go down as the worst birthday I've ever had. I just wished I'd known I was going to be on my own today because I would have planned something to stop me feeling like this.
I'll piss off abroad on my own for my 30th next year. Fuck everybody else's plans.