April 2010
You would think that after the first time she forgot my birthday, it wouldn't happen again. But no... it did.
The crazy thing was that my mom called me a week before my birthday. "Laurie! I'm calling you to let you know that I am not forgetting your birthday this year! Because, you know, what happened last time... you and Karen got soooooo upset."
So the day of my actual birthday, I got the phone calls, the emails, the texts, the cards, the love from all my friends and family- but not my parents. Again, I waited a day, another two days, a third.
About a week later, we were talking on the phone again, and I casually mentioned that she forgot to call me on my birthday AGAIN. But she was indignant and very defensive. "No I didn't!! I called you a week BEFORE your birthday! I told you, I wasn't going to forget. See, I was the first one to remember!!"
Me: "Well, mom, you didn't actually wish me a 'happy birthday' during the phone call- you just reminded me that you weren't going to forget my birthday."
Mom: "Hmmmph.... At least I called you. So what, I didn't say 'Happy Birthday'. You want everything? Life is not so easy you know. You don't get everything you want. You complain if I don't call, then you complain when I call."
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