It was my birthday this week. The Boy forgot. Or something. I still don't really know. He texted me that evening, and it seemed clear that he did not know it was my birthday, so I told him I was having birthday happy hour with my friends. Still, nothing.
I turned my phone on silent at some point, and later received a voicemail from him, singing "happy birthday."
What do I do with that?
Then, The Ex texted me. He said happy birthday. But also, that he still wants to try to work on our relationship. We broke up for the sixth (yes, sixthhh) time in September. I'm done. I still feel bad about it though. I shouldn't.
Finally, and perhaps incidentally, while these messages were silently coming in, I was with a ahem, friend. No further details are necessary.
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