You Say It’s Your Birthday?
It’s my birthday too. So sayeth the Beatles.
I just realized this morning while putting makeup over laugh lines, and skin that’s not so taut anymore, that in about a week, I will be 45.
Throughout the day I contemplated. I didn’t contemplate my entire life up to this point, just this last year. It’s been a doozie.
What did Dickens say? They were the best of times. They were the worst of times. Or something similar. A year of extremes. A study in contrasts. That’s what my 44th year has been.
The worst of times because I found myself in a physically abusive relationship.
The best of times because I decided I was worth more than I thought and I deserved better than being someone’s punching bag.
The worst of times because my son decided he wanted to try living with his dad, after I’d had him with me for his first 12 years.
The best of times because my son returned home to me only a few shorts months after moving in with his dad, albeit with some painful lessons under his belt.
The worst of times because I found myself alone, and quite lonely, and thinking that possibly, I should come to terms with the fact I might spend the rest of my life that way. But, also figuring out that being alone, was better than being beat or emotionally abused.
The best of times because I met a wonderful man. I had sent wishes out to the universe for this man for years. I had hoped in vain for this man for years. But I now believe that it wasn’t until I decided, until I truly believed inside of me, that I deserved better for myself, that the universe sent him. Strange how that works, huh?
Life is yin and yang, and a whole lot of other shit in between. And as I stand poised, ready to slide into my 45th year, do I think it’s going to change? Do I think it’s going to get any easier? No. I’ve learned enough to know that anything worth having doesn’t usually come easy. Plus, I’m kind of one of those girls who has to learn things the hard way. Some lessons it took me 44 years to learn.
I know there are more grey hairs and more wrinkles and tears and frustration in store for me. But there’s also more laughter and love and adventure in store for me too. You need the dark and the light, both sides of the coin, the rain and the sun. You have to have one in order to truly appreciate the other. I’ve figured that out in my 44 years too.
So 45 is only a few days away I told him, and My Man reminded me it’s only a number.
And I in turn reminded myself I have a hot, younger man. 45 can kiss my fat bottom!
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
Happy Birthday and release the Cougar inside you.
Is a 5 year gap considered official cougar status?
Not in Hollywood and not when you look marvelous
I think I look pretty mahvelous for 45. Even without Hollywood plastic surgeons. lol
Truer words have never been spoken 🙂 Plus your big beautiful brain is the ultimate turnon
Aww, thanks Tom! I would have to agree that I think smarts are pretty damn sexy!!
I don’t think so, but keep him anyway. Or buy him a Jag.
I’m good with not being a cougar. lol
And I might just want to keep him for a long time to come. 😉
Lucky him. 🙂
Happy almost Birthday, FBG! Today is my “little girl’s” 21st!
You deserve that man, life with your son, and so much more. My birthday wish for you is that you find more blessings in this new year of your life.
P.S. I missed your sassy ass!
Thanks so much!! How sweet of you! Many hugs!
Many hugs to you as well. 🙂
HAHAHA ….. Happy early Birthday!!
Thanks so much!!!
Happy birthday girl. You rock!
Thanks Dan! So do you! 🙂
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Some great thoughts from one of my favorite fat bottom girls.
You couldn’t be more right about knowing that you deserve happiness before happiness can find you. I can’t tell you how glad I am that Your Man’s GPS found its way to you, and that your son was able to realize — although through a tough lesson — that he deserves you as well.
Happy birthday early, FBG.
Cheers to the best of times!
Thanks so much Ned!! 🙂
Happy Happy birthday, FBG! It only gets better from here. I just hit 50 last month and I am convinced that this will be my best year EVAH!
Awesome!! And thanks so much! Only 2 more days until 45.
My ex was ten years my senior but she looked younger than me even. She always said I’d dump her. After eight years of marriage she decided I was boring and left me holding everything while she took up with a man ten years her senior.
It all worked out though, I went back to being David Addison…
I had to google the David Addison. I used to watch Moonlighting all the time, but couldn’t place it.
The question is, do you think you’re boring? lol
No. Actually, I am so very self-entertaining. Others find my humor kinda crude, tho.
I would imagine that’s probably why you read some of the stuff I write—your appreciation for crude humor!! lol
Actually, your poetry gets to me more. Besides, I just rewatched all 5 seasons of Moonlighting. Next up: Remington Steele.
Well thank you. I feel my poetry is some of my better work, but I always think it’s just because it emanates from strong emotions.