I shouldn't hate birthdays as much as I do. And it's not for the reasons most women quintessentially hate birthdays. It's not about getting older or the passage of time. It is really all about expectations. Call me crazy, but I just want the day to be special. I have had trouble defining what I want to be "special," but the more I ponder it, the more it comes down to being known. I want to be known and celebrated. I don't want to choose the restaurant, I want someone to suggest the one they know I'll love. I don't want to have to ask to not cook, I want it to be offered. I don't want to do things out of obligation, I want to have a day of joy. I don't want to ask for a gift and be given that exact thing, I want to be known enough to have inspired gift-giving. I don't want to have to ask for everything, I want it to be offered, as a gift, because I am known. That is the gift! No wonder I...
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