Quite frankly, I do not know if I can bothered with my 60th. I was still married to my last wife when I hit 50. It was a milestone, especially for a man.
Verity was nowhere to be seen (I am quite sure her mother made sure of that) and my “darling” wife could only think of her boys and she disregarded any thoughts of a birthday celebration for me. Guess where I ended up? At bloody Legoland, because she had promised HER boys; it was all about her boys. And she wondered why I drank so much at the hotel. There was not a single thought for my needs.
My life has changed for the worse since then and I can count my friends on one hand. Even if I am able to round up a decent number of friends and acquaintances, I will be a man alone in a sea of people.
Why would I feel so alone? A simple answer; because my Verity will not be there and will not share with me the most important time in my life.
My father was at my brother’s 40th and 50th (I was invited to neither) but he attended neither of mine; he just hates me and I do not know why.
Sometimes, I just want to turn the switch off and never switch it back on again. For the life of me, I have no clue what pushes me to keep going; after all, there is nothing to live for