Yesterday I went to my Sister In Law's son's birthday party, he turned one. It's something my husband dind't understand. I didn't want to go, he tried to make me feel guilty for not wanting to go to any of his family functions. I told him I didn't care about his family, it was not that that bothered me. It was that Delilah would not turn one. She would not get a birthday party. There would be no baloon tied up front to show the party goers, that "This is the house"
The party was what you would expect, kids everywhere, running all over the place. Then what you would not really expect, smokers hanging out around the kids, huff huff, second hand smoke all over the place. WTF?
He turned one, grabbed the cake, it was cute. He's walking and running around, how did time go by so quick? In two months Delilah would have truned one, she would have been running around with these kids, not outside with the smokers.
I couldn't help but to feel so cheated. Then this woman asked if we ever did baby sitting duty. Screw you bitch!
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