My father died

17th birthday, literally 9/11. I have never before seen such a sad rendition of happy birthday ever or since.

Dropped in on a 12 foot vert ramp, frontside mute, hung my truck on the coping and hit the bottom of the ramp face first. Broke my nose, knocked myself out and woke up in hospital.

I got molested by my dad’s friend when I was fifteen, and my dad invited him to my sixteenth birthday a few months later. I had a temper tantrum and smashed my cake on the ground and cried all night, but to this day have never told anyone why I was so upset.

My ex wife told me she got a new boyfriend. So that was pretty shitty, but I also got a pair of pretty sweet nunchuks so I mean really a net positive

Not quit my birthday I was finishing COVID…3 days later father’s funeral was just … Not going to lie Not the ideal way to celebrate a birthday… It reminds you of your mortality in real time but then also it sucks your father died… At least in my situation it definitely did.

I’ll keep it brief because I know that this kind of stuff is very triggering for some people but when I was in elementary school, my dad was an alcoholic. One year on my birthday, we decided to go out of town so we can eat at a restaurant that we didn’t have and buy some games from GameStop. Long story short, right before we reached our destination, my dad for a reason that I don’t remember (assuming there was one), decided to start physically abusing both my mom and my sister. So we ended up just going right back home and we just ordered pizza.

I don’t remember if it was when I was 18 or 19, but there was a birthday when my plan was to invite my friends over for pizzas and have a good time at home. I had communicated this very clearly to my family. The thing is that when my friends arrived at the time I told them, my family didn’t have anything ready, I asked them what was going on and they didn’t answer me. My friends, who lived far away, had to leave at dusk. It was then that my family became active, and they put me to make the pizzas, the appetizers and so on, all for them and without my consent or knowledge. Eventually my friends came to think that I didn’t want them to eat pizza or be there to celebrate, and it made me feel really bad. I think ever since then, when my family asks me what I want to do for my birthday, I say nothing, since they will still do whatever they want.