Quiet Birthday

July 17, 2007 by Mark
Filed under: Life

From about the beginning of my high school years through my college years, my birthday was generally a disaster.

It takes place in the summer. Summers at that time were the time when I was living at home (during college) or spending more time at home (during high school). My parents and I had a lot of friction during that time and during college it got so bad that they nearly lost their relationship with me on numerous occasions.

For some reason, my birthday acted like a lightning rod. I remember having a screaming match with my parents EVERY birthday. Even when Carolyn (now wife, then girlfriend) was in the house it didn’t help. I have a very clear memory of sitting in the basement in tears, emotionally wrung out after a fight, and Carolyn didn’t know what to do to console me. She should never have been subjected to that.

Ever since then my goal for my birthday has been to have a quiet day. For the most part this means just Carolyn and I at home. Family celebrations are welcome on other days.
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This year worked out that way. My parents, Carolyn and I went out to lunch on Sunday. My brother called yesterday, but it was a fairly quick call. Otherwise I went to work and spent the evening at home with Carolyn. Her parents will probably call in a day or two. We might go out to a movie later in the week.

Thank you all for your wishes and for honoring mine.

If you’re intersted in the loot, be prepared to be disappointed (though I was not). Carolyn gave me a wire brush to clean the BBQ grill (that I asked for) and we had previously agreed that my new watch purchased a few months ago to replace a broken watch was part of my birthday present. My parents asked for suggestions and I came up dry, so they donated some money to Camp Johnsonburg (I said “donate money to somebody”) in my honor and gave me a gift certificate to a local restaurant. I expected nothing more – I’m hard to buy for. I’m the “if I want it and can afford it I’ll just go buy it” type.

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