It’s my birthday today, one of many! My partner of 18 months text me this morning to say he couldn’t come round as he had a ‘cold’ although he’d been happily doing a diy project all week and managed to get out of his sick bed to go to Tesco yesterday. That’s all well and good but my husband died on my birthday 7 years ago and although it isn’t quite as raw I feel guilty of enjoying my birthday and he could have done so much to lighten it. He’s now been dumped but I have to admit there’s a few tears in my g&t x