Happy birthday.......to me

Fuck birthday's when you're this old, I wish my family would ignore me, it would make me feel better about them. Your well wishes on here will mean more to me than anything they could give me, because I don't want anything from them. Oh, and if you're a troll go for it, I won't delete you on this post, but, you bitches better get it out of your system here..you're not spewing the whole place up anymore.
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So, yeah, it's my birthday and the crap started yesterday. It started early because Lissa was here and that meant they could use her as a go between. I got an unsigned card that made no sense from my mother, hand delivered by Lis, with $30 bucks in it. I was going to send the money back, then I said fuck it. It's a down payment on a pain and suffering bill in my messed up head. I put it in my tree fund. What.....ever. After Lis left there was a loud continuous pounding on the door and someone screaming my name. I will NOT open the door for these stupid relatives anymore, but, this sounded like someone was in trouble and I ran for the door. I opened it to find that aunt I despise grinning and saying "happy birthday. It really pissed me off. This is my home, I should feel safe here and I have the right not to open the door. I don't see why that's so hard to understand. Leave me the fuck alone. Why don't they get that? They don't like me, so why don't they fuck off?
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That's a question I can answer myself. They love to tell each other how "good to me" they are and how I'm crazy and treat them all like shit and how awful and sinful it is, because they are good and I am bad and evil. And most of that, they claim, is because Satan has ahold of me. Yep. That's why they sing "yes, Jesus loves you" outside my door and plan Jesus interventions for me that I never attend. Did I mention they're all nuts? Okay.
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So, anyway, bitch face aunt has a plate in her hands and announces she's cooked her special fried chicken dinner for me for my birthday. I always loved it as a child (she says) and here it is again! I lift up the cover and there's no chicken. Just potatoes and some limp greens. I look at her and she chuckles and says "Those darn boys ate all your chicken. Those darn boys!" Now let me tell you right now, I don't give a fuck about chicken, this is about her and me. All her chicken reminds me of anyway is begging for food as a kid and being thrown scraps on the porch. I wan't even allowed to eat in the house with her precious kids sometimes. She can jam her invisible chicken up her ass. I came so close to slamming the plate in her face. But, I just said thanks and tried to shut the door. I'd blocked her ass at the door, she didn't get in. She tried to hug me and I blocked that too. I don't want them touching me. It makes me heave. On top of the plate was a card with a twenty in it. I kept that too. I had to fish it out of the garbage because that's where her dinner went and I noticed the card later.
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I'm sure she went straight to my mother's shit hole so they could talk about how ungrateful I am and how good they are. There is no end to the "you're so good" conversations between them. This latest "lost chicken" episode is just more reminder of how far down on their totum pole I am and always have been. It's fortunate that they're such "good" people. I just want them to leave me alone.
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I did have a nice birthday dinner later..Miss Peg cooked it and set a fancy table too. Thanks Peg. Oh, then we went to some single sites and made fun of all the geezer men in our age group looking for love. Later, I drove around and looked at the early Christmas lights, they were so pretty. And today I have the day off and plenty of coffee and Satan's evil cigarettes, so I think it might be a good day.