✂️ The Day After My Birthday: I Cut the Cord with Ghost Supporters

July 17th came and went.

I didn’t expect a parade. I didn’t expect a hundred messages. But I damn sure noticed who didn’t say a word.

Not “Happy Birthday.” Not “Happy New Year.” Not even a damn thumbs-up emoji.

So the very next day, July 18th, I brewed a strong cup of coffee (added a shot of Jack, cause...why not), went to my humidor and retrieved a nice Cohiba, sat down in front of my PC— and started cutting ties quietly.

No warnings. No announcements. No goodbyes.
Just unfollows, unfriends, unbothered.

🎄 They Forgot Me on Christmas

Yet I remembered them.

I remember dropping off a wrapped gift for my neighbor Anthony when he told me he couldn’t afford Christmas for his kids. Being a part of The Marine Corps 'Toys For Tots', I Gave him a box of toys I had bought early, just in case somebody needed them.

But this past Christmas? Not even a Merry Christmas from him. Just a Facebook post showing off the Xbox he bought — using the money he claimed he didn’t have.

Gone.

🕊️ They Forgot Me During Grief

Yet I always remembered them.

When Trina’s mama passed, I was the first one to bring food, drop off flowers, and sit with her when everybody else was too “busy.”

But when I lost my aunt this year — not even a text. She posted a “Throwback Thursday” that day like I hadn’t said her mom felt like a second mother to me.

Unfollowed.

💌 They Forgot Me On Their Own Birthday

And still forgot me on mine.

I never missed Chris’s birthday. Every July 15th, I sent him cash, a bottle, or some kind of message — even during years I was flat broke. I showed up for his parties. Helped him throw two surprise events for his sister.

His excuse this year?

“Damn bro, I meant to hit you but I’ve just been so busy.”

I wasn’t too busy to celebrate his life.
He couldn’t be bothered to remember mine.

Unfriended.

🌺 They Forgot Me on Father’s Day

But I sent love anyway.

I called Keisha every Mother’s Day, told her what a great job she was doing raising her boys alone. I sent her a $250 gift card every year just to make her smile.

This past Father’s Day, she posted about “real ones who step up.”
Never mentioned me. Never messaged me.
Didn’t even like the post about my father’s passing.

Blocked.

🐣 They Forgot Me on Easter

But I always checked in on theirs.

Monique has six kids. Every Easter, I used to buy little baskets and drop them off. Never asked for a thank you. Never made it public. Just did it because I cared.

This Easter? She posted her new man buying them baskets, saying “This the first time someone ever did something for my babies.”

Interesting… I guess I was a ghost the last five years?

Deleted.

🎁 People with Birthdays Near Mine

Always got love from me.

Chris was born July 15th. Paula on the 19th. I never forgot either. I’d text, cash app, post, or show up with something — every year.

Yet both of them conveniently forgot me — every single time.
Then hit me with:

“Wait… when is your birthday again?”

You knew damn well when it was.
You just didn’t care enough to remember.

Cut.

💡 Why I Did It

Because I’ve always been the one who remembered.
The one who gave. The one who showed up. The one who supported, reposted, celebrated, and gave people their flowers — even when I got nothing in return.

So this year, the day after my birthday, I chose me.
I cleaned out my contacts like I was taking out the trash.

Because I finally realized:
If you never show up for me, you don’t get to watch me win.

🔥 Maybe You Need to Do the Same

Check your list. Scroll through your contacts.
If someone hasn’t shown you basic respect, love, or even acknowledgement — ask yourself:

👉 Why are they still in your world?
👉 What are they adding to your life?
👉 Are you celebrating people who would never do the same for you?

Because I’m not doing that anymore.
Not in this season.
Not in this lifetime.

And maybe…
You shouldn’t either.

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