Okay so let me tell you guys a story about June 14 2015.
This particular date happens to be my birthday, and i happen to be turning twenty-one. YAY! Happy day right? the big two-one! Well no. not happy at all really, well it started out happy. I was at my family’s house and slept in and even though I did not get any presents, which of course i could not care any less, because i was with my family and boyfriend, the day quickly took a turn for the worst.
So i come from a Mexican household, that plays in with some of the story, as in i believe so. We ate Birria that my mother had made the night before, my family ate in the “nook” in the kitchen, my boyfriend and I ate in the dining room due to lack of room in said “nook”. All was fine during and after the alleged breakfast,then came the cake…
My father had bought a delicious Tres Leches, or three milk, cake and i decided I wanted to have a go at it because I wanted cake darn it haha. my brother was asleep and Im glad he was but that’s off subject. Per Mexican tradition, i think so please do correct me if i am mistaken, once the birthday song is over you take a bite out of the cake and get your faced mashed into said cake. -sigh- now i have not ever enjoyed this but, this time:
- It was a soggy Tres leches cake
- It was a terribly small cake
- I was wearing a full face of make up
So when i refused multiple times my father got pissed, walked off, and started cursing me under his breath. Now I am fine with that, I’m used to that; However, given the day i would had liked for it to be peaceful so i took my slice of cake and tried to eat it back at the dining room. My father came back and would not,for lack of better wording,shut up. We had one guest over, my mother’s best friend, my father was talking about me to her and i could clearly hear every word and…Lashed out, i guess. i got up got the keys to the car went out to the car opened the door and had me a cry. to spare more details, in short, when i came back in i found out my boyfriend said something to my father, he was still talking untasteful things now about both my boyfriend and I i got even more mad packed up my things. my mother was scared and worried so i told her i we (boyfriend and I) were going to the mall to cool off.
we came back, my father was asleep, my mom and her friend were outside talking, and i had gotten myself make up, Starbucks and time with my man for about an hour or two and that along with birthday wishes from social media were the highlight of the actual day of my birthday. I know that this was a bad story but it is still replaying in my mind and i needed to get it off my chest. Not the story i thought would be my first back up here but hey such is life.
ttyl guys, hopefully on a better note.
love,
-D
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