I feel bad for anyone who's gone through this lol
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cobnut — 10 years ago(April 30, 2015 01:27 PM)
My deadbeat father didn't even bother to remember what my name was half the time. He had no idea when my birthday was, or even what year I was born or how old I was. I grew up in the same house as him, those things just weren't considered meaningful or important by him. Thankfully I told him to beep off and die the moment I was able to live independently, so now I don't have to remember his either.
The mirror it's broken.
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LilyViolet — 10 years ago(June 13, 2015 07:28 PM)
my father never remembered my birthday. my birthday is nov 18th. he always thinks it is some other time of the month.
i dont make a big deal about it. he isnt big on birthdays. when i lived with him as a teenager, he usually wanted me to remind him . he would say happy birthday and that was it. no big deal
once in a while, he took me out to restaurant. like my 16th birthday. he took me to sizzlers restaurant with my friend lol -
kstenbch — 10 years ago(September 28, 2015 12:13 PM)
My birthday is 12 days after my sister's birthday, so no. Also, we have a family tradition that I insist we keep for each birthday. Whoever's birthday it is, they get to choose where we, take them out for dinner. The birthday boy, girl, man, or woman chooses the restaurant. My mother was in charge of the planning and remembering. When she died, it fell to me because my father can't remember anything, especially his anniversary or his anniversary with my step-mother [after mom died]. We now go in two groups, because with my sister and nieces and everyone else, it's hard to coordinate. But we've maintained this tradition since I was at least five, approaching 40 years now. My dad still cannot remember anything. He passed his first Business Organizing Scheduling System [64k] an early PDA by Casio, on to me. He still can't remember anything.
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queencat18 — 9 years ago(May 09, 2016 07:01 PM)
I am experiencing it right now. Today is my birthday. And my father has not said a thing yet. However, he did tell me all about the great wedding my stepsister had in Hawaii while I was downstairs eating dinner for an hour. Really identifying with the movie right now
"Oh my God! You put a living room where the crack den used to be!" -
Rilchiam-1 — 9 years ago(November 18, 2016 08:34 PM)
They didn't forget, but when I was ten, they observed it very, very grudgingly. No cake, no presents, just dinner at a place I didn't like, with one friend. And when we got home, my dad got out the box of candy I'd given him for Valentine's Day (two weeks earlier) and sat ostentatiously eating it without offering me any.