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Now, today's first story comes from the true off my chest subreddit,

and it says my boyfriend did not give me the first slice of cake.

It starts.

I-20 female am from Brazil.

And here it is tradition that in a birthday party, the person whose birthday

is being celebrated gives the first slice of cake to their favorite person after everyone sings

the birthday song. This week was my boyfriend's 24 male and he had three celebrations. One with

his birth family, one with his adoptive family, and one with friends,

which was a surprise picnic that I had planned and organized. He's had a very difficult life,

and his moms are really important to him, as the adoptive mom saved him from starving as a kid

and raised him, giving him a chance at life, and his birth mom battled very hard against poverty

or her life, struggling and fighting to keep her kids alive and well. So, of course, I never

expected him to give me the first slice of cake at the family celebrations. But then there was

the picnic. I spent weeks planning and reaching out to all his childhood friends, making sure

they would come. I went to bed at 2 a.m. the night before, making him his favorite cake. I spent

a shit ton of money with food, drinks and gifts. I did not do it because of the first slice,

of course, but at times I couldn't help but think. Now is my turn. Turns out it was not. He has a

best friend of many years. She and him were like brother and sister. They went through a lot of

shit together, like her losing her mom, him not having food to eat at home as a teen. And even though

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