Here’s a little story about my 21st birthday (I’m now 24).
I was with this guy whom I’d been dating for almost 4 years at that point. We had a tradition of going to the beach on my birthday, and that year I had asked him if he’d fix the window seal on his car so that I could have my window down on the way to the beach.
I arrived at his house to find that he had not fixed the window seal. He stopped at Canadian Tire on the way to get the stuff to seal it, but in order for the seal to dry, my window had to stay up the entire way to the beach. We’re talking a one hour drive in 30 degree heat in a car with black interior and no air conditioning.
After the beach, he didn’t take me to dinner or get me a gift. I don’t think he even wished me a happy birthday.
I met up with my best friend and we met my boyfriend and his friends at a bar. On the way there it POURED rain and we ended up getting completely soaked, head to toe.
At the bar, nobody bought me a drink, including my boyfriend. I had only brought enough money with me for a few pints after which I tried to take money out but my bank card wasn’t working. I had to order water.
When we were leaving, my friend’s brother got in a fight so we had to leave quickly and everyone got split up. I kept telling my best friend that I needed a hot dog because I hadn’t eaten dinner, but she was distracted by what happened with her brother, forgot I was staying at her place and left me standing at the hotdog vendor. I realized I didn’t have any money and couldn’t buy food.
I decided to just go home instead, so I walked to one of my boyfriend’s friend’s cars. When I got there, they were like “Sorry Amy, there isn’t enough room for you” and everyone including my boyfriend got in the car and drove off.
I then had to walk for another 25 minutes to another friend’s car. He drove me home and bought me McDonalds. That Big Mac was the highlight of my day!
