This is a straight up whine. Yesterday was my birthday, and no one called. Also, my wife tells me to take off work, so I do. She builds me up for this thing we're going to do for weeks. I'm excited. It was the dentist. I haven't made an appointment for a while, and she made one for me. That was her gift to me. It's like telling the kids you're going to Disney World, only to take them to the dentist. She says she tried to make a doctor's appt for me, too, and it's because she cares about me. I just went with it, but secretly... I mean am I wrong to feel a little disappointed? Then she tells me I can pick out a gift for myself. I don't want to do that, so I didn't.
Then we had cake, and my kids and wife excuse themselves, and I eat my cake all alone. Which was super depressing.
I don't exactly have the greatest history of birthdays. My parents never let me have a party as a kid because it was too much trouble. As a teenager, my dad told me "boys don't need that stuff", so we didn't really do anything. Facebook was the one bright spot. Lots of good wishes there.
You're not wrong to feel disappointed. That straight up sucks.
