I was married just a year and we were living on a college campus. It was my actual birthday yet no one seemed to remember. It wasn't expected from my friends (which were few) but it was expected that I'd have heard from my parents.
As the day wore on, I began to get grumpy. I couldn't believe that my new husband nor my parents had said or done anything to wish me a happy birthday. Finally later that night when I was crying, my husband ran to the store and got two frozen pies and asked the neighbors upstairs to come down and have birthday pies with us.
It was a sweet attempt, yet I hadn't heard from my parents. To put it in perspective, we had a house phone but no cell phones. I'm older than I look and we didn't have that technology or even internet at that point.
But when my parents did call, I was so excited to hear their voices that I don't think it really registered to me that some thing else was going on in thier lives. I never did find out what had caused my parents to not call until late. I know something had happened that day but that phone call from them was the one validation that I neeed to be okay. Once I got it, my world continued on it's axis.
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