Birthday Blues: Celebrating Without Any Blessings

Hey, Happy Birthday! šŸŽšŸŽ‰ It’s totally understandable to feel let down if you don’t receive the birthday wishes you were hoping for. Maybe your friends are busy or simply forgot – but don’t worry, that doesn’t mean you’re any less special or important. Your birthday is about celebrating YOU and how unique and amazing you are. So why not use this as an opportunity to treat yourself, do something you love, and just enjoy your special day however you want? At the end of the day, the most meaningful birthday wishes come from within, so I’m sending you my warmest and sincerest wishes.

We Cut the Cake at Our Gender Reveal Party, and It Turned Out Black, My MIL, Dressed in Black, Stood Aside and Cried

As Misha and Jerry sliced into the cake at their gender reveal party, expecting to see a telltale blue or pink sponge, they were shocked to find the cake was black inside. As they recovered from the surprise, they finally understood why Jerry’s mother, Nancy, had made such an odd choice—though the reason was even more absurd than they could have imagined.

This was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of our lives. After two years of trying, endless doctor visits, and more tears than I could count, we were finally pregnant. It felt like everything was falling into place, like the universe had finally decided to give us our happily ever after.

ā€œThis is it, Misha,ā€ Jerry said to me the night before the party. ā€œWe’re finally going to complete our family.ā€

ā€œI know,ā€ I said, smiling. ā€œI can’t wait for our little one to come and turn our world upside down.ā€

We wanted to make the gender reveal special, so we decided on a big party. We invited family from both sides, hired a bakery for the cake, and handed the ultrasound results to Jerry’s mom, Nancy. She was thrilled to be in charge.

ā€œI’ve got everything under control, Misha,ā€ Nancy promised. ā€œI’ll take care of the cake and get a special gift for my grandbaby. I just know it’s going to be a girl—I’m ready to spoil her rotten!ā€

Nancy had been eager to be involved ever since we announced the pregnancy, so it felt good to let her handle the cake. I was grateful she felt included.

As my mom and I set up for the party, the house was transformed into a Pinterest-perfect setting—pink and blue balloons tied to every chair, platters of food arranged on the table, and a banner that read, ā€œHe or She? Let’s See!ā€ It was everything I had ever dreamed of.

The final touch was the beautiful white cake at the center of the room, ready for the big reveal. Jerry’s whole family was there—his cousins, brother, aunt—filling the house with excitement and chatter.

When Nancy arrived, I noticed she was dressed all in black. It struck me as strange, but I didn’t think much of it. Maybe she thought black was slimming or elegant. Who knew?

As everyone gathered around the cake, the energy in the room buzzed with anticipation. Phones were out, cameras ready to capture the big moment.

Jerry put his arm around me. ā€œReady?ā€ he whispered.

ā€œLet’s do this,ā€ I grinned.

The countdown began.

ā€œThree… two… one!ā€

We cut into the cake, expecting to see pink or blue inside. But when we pulled out the first slice, the room went silent. The cake was pitch black.

Not a hint of pink. Not a touch of blue. Just black.

My heart sank. Was this some kind of joke? No one was laughing. Everyone stood frozen, unsure whether to keep recording or put their phones down.

I glanced at Jerry, who looked just as confused as I felt. Then my eyes landed on Nancy, standing off to the side. She was dressed head to toe in black—black dress, black scarf, black shoes—and now she looked like she was… crying?

ā€œNancy?ā€ I called out, frowning.

She wiped her eyes with a tissue, her makeup smudging. ā€œI’m so sorry,ā€ she whispered. ā€œI didn’t know what else to do.ā€

ā€œWhat do you mean?ā€ I asked, my voice rising. ā€œWhy would you order a black cake?ā€

Jerry stepped in, his confusion turning to frustration. ā€œMom, what’s going on?ā€

Nancy dabbed at her eyes, trembling. ā€œIt’s not about the cake. It’s what I was told… I couldn’t risk it.ā€

ā€œWhat are you talking about?ā€ Jerry asked, his patience wearing thin.

Nancy took a deep breath. ā€œTen years ago, I visited a fortune teller with my sister. She told me something terrifying—that if my first grandchild was a boy, it would destroy your family, Jerry. And I’d be struck with a terrible illness.ā€

The room gasped. Jerry’s jaw dropped. ā€œYou’ve believed that nonsense for ten years?ā€

Nancy nodded, wringing her hands. ā€œI know it sounds crazy, but I couldn’t ignore it. She was famous in our town—everyone said her predictions were always right.ā€

I stared at her, stunned. ā€œSo you sabotaged our gender reveal because of a fortune teller?ā€

Nancy hung her head. ā€œI thought if it was a boy, maybe the black cake would… stop the curse. I even put bay leaves in it, hoping it would change something.ā€

I pressed my fingers to my temple, trying to process the absurdity. I knew Nancy could be a bit eccentric, but this? This was beyond anything I’d imagined.

Jerry let out a sharp breath. ā€œMom, you let a con artist control your decisions for ten years?ā€

Nancy’s lip quivered as she crumbled under the weight of her fear. ā€œI was terrified of losing you. I couldn’t bear the thought that something bad would happen to your family because of me.ā€

Before anyone could respond, Jerry’s cousin Megan, who had been scrolling through her phone, chimed in.

ā€œWait, was it J. Morris? That fortune teller?ā€

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