So my birthday was last week and it was a big one. It had a 0 at the end. I ran away from home from my husband, cat and sister. My purpose was so I wouldn’t be disappointed like every other year.
My adult son called me on my birthday and ripped into me. I was sobbing and I told him to yell at me tomorrow and not today. Not on my birthday.
I’m always upset.
So I came back home yesterday and I’m disappointed anyway. My husband and I have a strange relationship but he wished me happy birthday on my Facebook page. 😮
I am tired of giving to people. I crochet for people—free as gifts. I travel places and bring every family member a t shirt. I’m done with that. For years I’ve given my husband, adult children Easter candy, Christmas candy, I even mailed everyone a Halloween card last year when I was out of town. I never forget. No more.
Are my expectations too high? What is wrong with me?