It's My Pity Party and I'll Cry If I Want To

I just walked out of my kitchen and realized that I had just thrown together a pot of vegetable soup and a small pan of cornbread. I also realized that was my birthday dinner. No one offered to take me out to dinner, no one offered me even a small piece of cake. My mother couldn't be bothered to miss her Monday night cluck fest at her friend's house. My gifts were literally tossed at me without benefit of wrapping paper and I didn't even get a card from my kids. I've talked to my dad on the phone 3 times today and he has yet to tell me "Happy Birthday".