I invited all my closest friends to my birthday… but no one came. And when I found out the reason, I was devastated. 😢
I never imagined that my 35th birthday would turn into the most heartbreaking day of my life.
I usually didn’t make much of a fuss about birthdays, but this year, I craved something different — warmth, closeness, real connection. I chose to host the celebration at home. I planned everything myself: set a cozy table, prepared my favorite homemade dishes, and invited the friends who had stood by me through everything — late nights, hard times, and unforgettable moments.
We had agreed to meet at six. I spent the entire day preparing — bought the freshest ingredients, marinated the meat, made soup from scratch, and even baked a pie. I arranged the table just right: soft candlelight, gentle music in the background, polished glasses, folded napkins — every detail was perfect.
As six o’clock neared, I felt that flutter of excitement — like waiting for something beautiful to begin. But then… no one came. At exactly six o’clock, I stood by the window, eyes scanning the quiet street below.
…The story doesn’t end here, it continues on the next page 👇
