And no, she's not trying to get me to do a new thing. She literally has no clue what I like. I could ask her hey, S. What is it that I like to do?

She would have no clue. Meanwhile, I could give you a comprehensive list of the things which interest her.

On her 30th birthday, her sisters-in-law planned an extensive surprise party for her. For my 30th? Nothing. Nada. I sat home. Where was this friend? "Oh, I hadn't heard from you for a few weeks, so I thought you didn't want to do anything."

Yeah. Because everyone wants to sit home eating a grocery store cake by themselves on their 30th.

Pretty much what I'm going to do on my 40th, too. But I'd rather do that than hang out with a bunch of people who don't know **** about me, and couldn't be bothered to actually be there for me when the **** hits the fan.

Eh. J was right. I'm the most unpleasant person in the world. No wonder he did what he did to me. I totally deserved it.