i remember my parents excuse for not letting me have a birthday party was that they were too busy going back to school and my brothers was a week and a half earlier.

And I think most people would have understood that from the way it was posted, perhaps with the exception of the parties involved IN the story, who were probably too insulted to see it for what it was.

The background you just gave would add a lot more context to the post! Without it the first question is “why drag this up now”?

My last comment sounded preachy (sorry, not intended), but it was a real life situation and I wasn’t bashing you. Actually I expected the comment to stay between you and I, not get posted, but I have no issues with it either way. Just wanted to give you perspective from someone who did spend too much time feeling sorry for themselves. If that doesn’t apply to you and I was mistaken then great, ignore my first comment

My purpose for writing the post wasn’t to moan and bash my ex (I really didn’t think he or any of his friends bothered to read my blog!), fish for sympathy or complain about my life.

Before writing the post, I had a conversation with a friend about our worst birthdays and I thought mine was a good length story that would make for an interesting read and perhaps encourage others to write about theirs as well. I see now that that was not the way it came across!

I don’t regret writing the post even though it may have put me in a bad light. My past experiences, good and bad, have moulded me into the person I am now.

I am extremely thankful and fortunate to live a happy life in good health with a nice place to live, great family, friends & bf, two cuddly cats and a stimulating job. I have worked hard to get to where I am and I certainly don’t take it for granted!

Derrick was the one who said “Sorry Amy, there isn’t room for you.” Fair enough, there wasn’t and I was the one who was supposed to be at a friend’s house so he had no obligation of driving me anywhere. I just wished that my bf would have stayed with me then rather than hopping in and leaving me to figure things out for myself. Especially since I’m certain I was crying at that point.

In regards to being a material girl, I would have accepted the simple gesture of fixing his window as a gift; he had asked me a few weeks earlier and that’s what I said I wanted for my birthday. He was also a talented musician and it would have been nice if he sang me a song / played the guitar for me.

I guess the point of the post was to remind myself that even though this year’s birthday wasn’t exactly what I hoped it would be, things could always be worse!

In regards to “running and blaming life on where I came from”, I’ve done nothing of the sort. The relationship ended several years before I moved to England by choice – not to escape problems or history. I wish my ex-boyfriend all the best and it’s a shame it didn’t work out for us but c’est la vie.

Did you even bother reading the second half of the post. Here’s the cliff notes for you: They went to the bar, he didn’t even buy her a drink when she had no money left, she’s hungry and he didn’t bother taking her to dinner, and he LEFT HER AT THE BAR. Really? You’re going to attack her about it?

The guys an asshole.