Birthday

It was my birthday on the 20Th of September. I had a great day. People at work treated me nice, having cake and cards and presents for me. They even decorated my area with "happy Birthday" signs. It was awesome! Laurie and Billy sent me flowers! Laurie cooked dinner, and got me beautiful earrings. Mike bought me a beautiful pair of earrings too! My day was almost perfect! Except for the phone call that never came. I had to call Chase to get to hear his voice on MY BIRTHDAY! How sad that made me feel is amazing! I wanted to cry, but decided that crying on my birthday was not something I was going to allow to happen. I waited till 9:00pm and finally couldn't stand it any more! I caved, and called HIM. He was playing one of his games. That made it even worse. You have all the time in the world to play the stupid game, but no time to place a call to your Mom on her birthday? Doesn't he only have ONE Mom? How difficult is it to remember the birthday of your Mom? Or Dad, for that matter? He did the same thing for Mike's birthday. That is so uncaring of him. How can he be that way? What happened to that caring person, that always did nice things and made everyone feel that he loved and cared about them? I can't say that he has grown up, because that's not how caring grownups behave. It's strange, and hurtful, and totally unlike him to be that way. I just don't understand................Do I care too much? I love him with all my heart and would never want him to feel the hurt I felt that day. So I will go on, and be the Mom that I have always been. Right? What other choice do I have? It's not like I can MAKE him care, is it?