Forgot my birthday. Yes they did.

No visit. No phone call. No SMS's. No letter or card in the mail. No email! Not even a Facebook message!

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I know what their excuse is. And I'm probably being a big sooky la-la drama queen cry baby. But it hurt. It really hurt. I don't care if we spoke on Monday mum, I don't care if you might come up on Saturday. It's the day you became a parent, it's the day I was born, at least message me. I hadn't even talked to dad since the beginning of September, so no excuses on his part.

I'm hurting a lot. I can't even describe it. Of all the things they've said and done, this has hurt the most.

While we're on the subject, they didn't even bother to ring/message/contact us on Jazzy's birthday either. I'm just glad she's too young to remember they didn't bother, but she's going to grow up.

I'm overwhelmed at the moment. Very numb. I never thought they'd go so far as to forget, or not bother contacting me if they remembered. Every now and then I get a hollow, heavy pain in my chest, but otherwise I'm very numb.