As much fun as we tried to have today was tough. All week stbxh has been screaming that dd and I should drive 3hrs to visit with him for her birthday. Then the big day comes and he doesn't as much as call to wish her a happy birthday. I know she won't remember that he flaked on her but it still infuriates me to no end. This is not how I pictured celebrating today. On top of it all I'm pretty sure depression has reared it's ugly head and I can't afford to go to the dr to help. Here's to next years birthday being drama free and less anxiety.
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