Birthdays for your special one are always a pain in the neck. Especially if they are those who grew up celebrating virtually every damn thing as a family and having group hugs. I grew up in a home where expressions of emotions weren’t a thing. No “I miss you” and “I love you”. (Yikes).
Now imagine me meeting someone who has no qualms confronting emotions and feelings. So embarrassing. You can tell by now that I’m an avoidant. Sadly, birthdays for people like this are something you can’t avoid. Mostly because you are reminded about them subtly six months before. And even after the damn birthday, there is something called a birthday month. So if her birthday falls on the 9th, as my Lady’s does, you have three more weeks of her insisting that it’s still her birthday.
