The day started with everyone sending happy birthday messages. But it was a full college day, no work though. Classes were usual. But the only messages from my boyfriend of three years were about his taxes. By the end of the day, I was just waiting for him to finally say it, heck even mentioning it. But he didn't, so I messaged him that I was breaking it up. Being alone on my birthday was something I couldn't handle, especially with how he had been. He drank an entire bottle of champagne, drove over (which he hated to do because I lived at my parents house), and treated the day better than he treats any holiday. We talked and after that he was a much better boyfriend. The next week, he bought me a Kindle. He showered me with attention, and we were more open with each other. Needless to say, I made sure he kept up how he was acting. Now he's a pretty good husband too.