Today is my 30th birthday. I had disabled my birthday notification on my Facebook account, because I wanted to see who remembered my birthday. Well, actually I wanted to see if my husband remembers my birthday, because when the date “30th” was mentioned (numerous times) between him and his mother, it doesn’t seem to ring any bell to him.
So, as of 10:58 am today, only four people had wished me. Those people are (in order) – Tya, Shaii (surprisingly), Cellene and Kerina.
So I will make a mental note to remember these kind people’s birthdays. And wish them.
As of 2:11pm, these people have wished me:-
Nazimah, Anin, Papa, Aunty Alma, Kak Chik and Jessie
2 July 2016
Then there’s… Francesco (!), Ayu Razali, Aida, Mama, Fateha. And lastly at 11:40pm, my husband – through WhatsApp!
He forgot, but he denies it, of course. Says he wasn’t sure that it was the 30th, damn confident that it was 29th (despite his calendar and LinkedIn sending birthday notification. He asked me if it was the 30th, upon confirmation he said, “Oh there’s a match tonight [Euro]”. He tried to explain that he got the dates mixed up and laughed about it.
I’m not going to lie, the fact that he didn’t bother to check if it was indeed the 30th, saddens me. I’m not entirely sad, I can still smile, but I do feel disappointed and there’s that weight in my chest. That it didn’t matter to him enough to check. It was our wedding anniversary too, you know.
I didn’t make a fuss about it, but I am sad. It’s probably nothing, but it sends a message. And I don’t know how to interpret it.