Master A is 10 today. This has for some reason reduced me to a gibbering wreck, on the verge of tears all day. I have never been emotional on any of his other birthdays, although I sobbed when I left him to schol for the first time.
How can he be 10? He was only a baby yesterday. <weep>
To top it all, his wankface cocksucker of a "real dad" didn't even manage to send him a card. Presumably as the CSA have been hounding him for maintenance all year which he doesn't want to pay. MasterA doesn't ever mention him, but it has given me the rage.