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My eighteenth birthday was probably the worst I ever came to know. I expected so much because in some degree I was grown, in the eyes of the law. I wanted everything to be perfect and everyone to be happy. Clarence, my boyfriend, took me out for lunch. We ended up going to a place where his ex-girlfriend worked.
I wasn’t very pleased to see her face and it was very uncomfortable for me to enjoy my meal while I knew she was there. She treated him poorly in their relationship, and then they had something going on while he and I were together, so I didn’t like her one bit. I didn’t receive any type of presents beside my lunch (which was uncomfortable) and a dinner my mother made me. I was also still expecting some Valentine’s Day gift too since my birthday is only four days after it. I asked for the usual; bear, chocolate, and flowers and still had my hopes up on my birthday thinking Clarence was going to surprise me, but I was wrong and her did no such thing. I cried more than once because I expected so much and got so little.
It was a very emotional day for me. I was also pregnant and got to find out the gender of my child. “It’s a girl!” I hear the doctor say. That was the highlight of my day. Seventy percent of my day was so horrible that I remember wishing I didn’t care so much about my birthdays, that way I wouldn’t have been so hurt at the end.

My best birthday was when I turned nineteen. My boyfriend’s taxes came in, I got a car, clothes, shoes, and found out I was

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