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My dad was in a really bad mood and overly negative. I didn’t want a party or anything anyway, but I didn’t want to be in a negative place and be around him when he was just complaining about everything.
I didn’t know at the time, but he had recently found out that he was diagnosed with prostate cancer and not only that, his former health insurance had hid the diagnosis from him for over 6 months while he was in pain and waiting for an answer. Probably because of his age and they thought they’d just wait him out and let him die. That very likely led to it metastasizing throughout his body and causing all sorts of problems and his eventual death. He tried suing the insurance company but no lawyer wanted to take them on because they’re massive.
Ah…sorry for the tangent.
Though the next few birthdays weren’t bad or good, just okay which is how I like it. I don’t want to celebrate it, but people acknowledging it feels nice.