Him: Are you happy about your birthday tomorrow?
Me: No, why should i be?
Him: You're another year older. Birthday gifts duh.
Me: Another year where i have to starve myself. 12 months trying not to commit suicide, 365 days where i haveing to deal with people i hate.
Me: Oops I hate auto correct
Him: that was before you had me baby, I'm going to be here for a year shoving food in your face making you laugh. taking the razor blades out of your shaking hands taking the pill bottles away. and I don't care if you hate me because i will always love you.
Forever.