Tomorrow is my 23rd birthday and I leave for Vegas in the morning super excited by the way. However, there was some drama tonight with my mother and I just need to vent.

I am a member of my local Masonic lodge as is my father. We were having issues because the member who is supposed to provide the dinner was late and my mother was having none of it. She kept telling me how angry she was that I am a member of an institution with people who can’t pull their own weight today was supposed to be a good day for me me and my brothers we’re going to be celebrating my birthday before I go to Las Vegas for the weekend, and get down to some debauchery. And guess how my night started, with my mother, telling my father, that she wants a divorce while I was less than 5 feet from them. I then saw myself out of the room, and my brothers told me to take what she just said with a grain of salt when I was outside smoking a cigarette she left and said to call her when the meeting was over.

we got through with our meeting, and I call her because my father rode with her. She then angerly tells me that I can drive my father home, because she wants nothing to do with the Masonic institution ever again. I then vented to my master saying that this is not how I wanted to spend my 23rd birthday, with my mother, taking her rage out on me and my father and saying she wants a divorce. He wished me a happy birthday and told me that he hopes that my night gets better.

After the meeting, I drop my dad off at my parents house and pick up the things I needed from them, including a suitcase and my laundry. And while I was on the porch with my dad smoking, she shut the porch light off. I then went inside to get my things, and she kept making fun of some of the stuff I asked for as I was loading my car I admitted to my father that I have never had a good birthday since I was 20 years old.

When I was 20 years old, I was diagnosed with type two diabetes just days after my birthday. And when I was 21, a professor, that I cared for a lot, passed away at a very young age. And when I was 22, I lost the highest paying job I’ve had in my entire life. so I was hoping to turn things around this year and actually have a decent birthday. no drama no bullshit, just me and my father having a good time in Vegas for the weekend. And I can’t even have that.

I don’t know why my mothers problems always end up becoming mine and it’s starting to get annoying. All I wanted was to enjoy my birthday this year but now I have to go to Vegas knowing that my mother is pissed at me over something that’s not my fault.