Birthday Bygone
I think that birthdays are overrated. It's not that I am getting older, that I can handle. The problem I have with my birthday is that my husband, who supposedly loves me, did nothing to show that he cared. I recieved no card, no flowers, no happy birthday wishes. I did get a gift from my sister, who took the time to go get me something, when she heard that my husband did nothing. All I have ever wanted is to be loved by a man with a passion that is untouchable. For some reason it seems that the kind of all comsuming love that I have dreamed of is as elusive as the holy grail. I know that I should not be wishing for something that I can never have, but my heart needs to hope and dream. Maybe next year will be better. Wish me luck, for I have none.