Happy Birthday to Me

Today is my birthday. It is never a happy day. This is usually the time that J goes to his dad's for the summer. We are also having turmoil with Ch again. The ex is being a total ass. So this is probably the worst birthday I have had so far. I am 32 years old. Hard to believe. I don't feel like I'm an adult sometimes. I often wish I could go back and redo things. Guess that's not a wish that I can get from blowing out birthday candles, huh? So, Happy Birthday to me. I'm hoping the next few bring better days.