Alone on my birthday. For the last two years, I’ve had a boyfriend who took very good care of me on my birthdays. So, I was unprepared emotionally for how hard it would be to be alone today. It doesn’t help that plans and expectations were thwarted, leaving me alone to prepare myself a dinner and cry in my car as a blind man walked forward and back, forward and back, his cane tapping a car, the wrong box, the wrong direction, forward and back. Everything seemed all wrong and there was no place to park the car, get out and help him, which I swear I would have done and then asked him if I wanted to go get icecream or something.