I'm trying to not be upset but he knows when it is because we frequently talk about what happened once on a birthday of mine, when I turned 22.

My dad told me something he shouldn't have. He had been drinking and told me that when I was born he didn't know if I was his child.

Needless to say, that sent me into a tailspin and he told me he would disown me if I asked my mom any questions. I carried this on my shoulders and I never did ask her until a few months ago and I was 37 at the time. That's quite a long time to not have any answers. She was beyond mad but explained the situation which sounded a bit unbelievable but at least I got it out of me.

Anyway, I've forgiven her and my dad and I'm over it now. I don't hate my birthday or anything anymore. T knows that when those close to me forget my birthday it bothers me...

Actually, this post sounds very poor me and I need to remember he's my T and not my friend...right?