This was taken on the worst birthday ever at my favorite place in the world (Kauai, not the shaved ice spot. Although I killed that shaved ice).

I woke up to Ex-Mr working on his computer. Working on our vacation. Working on my birthday. No card. No gift. Nothing of sentimental value presented to me. My favorite person in the world showed me just where I was on his priorities list. Rock bottom.

To this day I'm not mad at him, it serves me no benefit holding a grudge. However I still fucking cry for the girl in this picture and I'm here watching tumbleweeds waiting for someone to treat me better.