What's the crappiest birthday you've had?

[MrsMagoo99]

So today is my birthday! Not a big one but still has been really crappy! No presents from my hubby just a card. No cards from anyone else either. Feeling really sad & down about it. What's your crappiest birthday?

My 30th. Going out for the evening with loads of work pals to Chinese restaurant then for drinks.

It still went ahead because the restaurant was booked but I was at the bedside of my Grandad who had had a massive stroke at lunchtime. He died 12 days later.

@slavetothenhs Happy Birthday for today, 🎂🎈🎁🎉🎊💐 I hope you enjoy riding your horse & your Indian!

Happy birthday Mrs Magoo x. 2012 my son flew to afghan on my birthday. That was pretty shit. Last year went into lockdown on my actual birthday, not that it mattered as I had covid so was in bed. This year will be crap too I think. It's a big one and we can't do anything !

33 - my mum was ill in hospital so the afternoon was spent visiting her. We went out in the evening for a meal but it was awful without my mum being there.

22 was also pretty bad as I had to work, so spent most of the day looking at the clock and feeling miserable that I had to wish away my special day.

Last year I had a lockdown birthday but we managed to make the best of it and it was better than I'd expected - I think because I had such low expectations, any kind of day that wasn't utterly rubbish seemed like a bonus.

My crappiest birthday ever was my 47th (or maybe it was one either side of it). My dh had been horrible and horrible for about 5 years - really mean and abusive in every way but physical). He complained constantly that we had no money. Anyway, I was doing an OU degree in order to help find better work, but my calculator had been stolen and I had to replace it or I couldn't continue and I had no money of my own.... dh had been giving pretty shit birthday presents for a good few years by then, so I told him the exact calculator I wanted and that it was there at Smith's for under 20 quid. When the day dawned I was really excited because I knew I was getting a calculator and I was so happy but there was nothing for me. DD was a very small child and didn't really understand about birthdays so of course she'd got me nothing. There was no card from dh. He spent the day on the sofa complaining he had a hangover (he'd been out the night before) with his back to the room. Eventually I left him alone with dd and went for a loooong walk (crying a lot, I must have looked like a mad woman). I had pulled myself together and stopped crying when I realised I was very near my friend's house so I went there, and promptyly burst into tears again. She was on her way out with her mum but took me in for a short time and gave me her lovely present. I then went to my mum's and told her that I thought I might have to leave dh; I tried to tell her why but she cut me off with "don't be ridiculous", which at such a low point went right into my brain and stayed there. So I didn't leave him.

He is so much better now and has become quite a nice human being. It has taken 15 years and has been pretty awful and very hard. However, I am now able to see that a future still with him might be all right.

My 21st. I got dumped! He was a twat anyway (in hindsight).

Worst would be the one when my husband left.

The best, the one when my ex husband left😁

A few years ago my parents announced they were coming round, turned up, ate cake and left. No gift, no card, didn't wait for my husband to come home (he was minutes away). They literally just came round to consume (my) cake! Presents from them are generally crap but I do at least usually receive something

5 years ago , I worked for a support agency and received a welfare call about a client from her uncle when I arrived at her house the street was crawling with forensics and police she had been killed by her partner , i wont go into specifics but for a long time afterwards i felt i had missed something and still feel guilty about celebrating my birthday

My 8th - twofold. Firstly, one of the dogs I'd grown up with had been euthanised the night before (stroke and heart attack, aged 12, GSD, relatively good age), and I'd been there when the vet said "no, I'm sorry, there's no hope of any recovery". I spent the day of my birthday apologising to my school friends about my father's emotional state (it was, technically, "his" dog). Secondly, my parents had decided to throw me a whole year birthday party. And surprise me with it. It freaked me the fuck out. I don't "do" crowds, as a general rule, and I didn't like half the kids there (it's okay; they didn't like me either!).

My 18th - I broke up with my boyfriend at the party, 4 weeks after he had literally tried to strangle me. I spent most of my party (another "let's surprise 13!!!" bash) sitting in my bedroom with my back against the door, my best male friend sat alongside me, counselling me. He later punched my then-boyfriend, which didn't help. I also ended up meeting and subsequently getting together with my daughter's biological co-creator that night - after he'd literally gate-crashed my party...

My 28th - spent trying to gird my loins for my best friend's wedding four days later. I was 37 weeks pregnant at the time and had to travel from Surrey to Wales, with an 8 year old in tow. I was also on the verge of splitting from my son's father, because he'd decided not to accompany us to Wales, despite my saying that I might go into labour there (I didn't). It was the "... and?!" attitude that killed any respect I might have had for him as a father - although he was a great stepfather to my daughter. I gave birth 2 weeks later, to the day, and again, my ex pointed out to me how useless he actually was (he went for a nap in his car, because he "was exhausted" after 5 hours of labour...).

My 40th - I was supposed to be visiting friends in Dublin for a childfree weekend. My mother, upon being asked to childsit for 2 days, literally invited herself and my children along... so I cancelled it. I spent it, instead, being ignored.

I've also not had a cake since my grandmother died, when I was 22. It hurts, because I always try to make birthdays special for those I love. But it is, what it is.

My 40th was terrible. My ExDH had broken up with me about a week before because I was upset that he left himself one shopping day to get my gift and then suggested we got something in John Lewis (because it was 10 minutes away). I'd bought him a personalised number plate for his 40th a few years earlier. At the time he was earning about a £250,000 per year and had paid off the mortgage so he was just being deliberately tight. I'd also had to organise my own birthday meal out. This was all not long after I'd stuck at the marriage after discovering he'd stuck his penis in a prostitute.

So, I took the children to my parents house for the weekend. They didn't even get me a gift or a cake or book a table for lunch. They hadn't forgotten about my birthday because I'd invited them to join us for lunch at The Shard until that was cancelled. My ex tried to reconcile with me later that year but one of the reasons I found that difficult was that I just couldn't get over the way he'd treated me over my birthday.

On my 41st I was coming back from a holiday with friends and spent about 8 hours in the airport due to bad weather whilst my ex abused me on the telephone because I would be back late to get the kids and he had plans with his new girlfriend.

My 30th. I barricaded myself in ds' room whilst my partner berated me for being such a horrible person because I dared to stand up to him and told him to leave me house for good. I was basically his mealticket. It was awful because he'd shout at me for hours and it was very tiring. I did get rid of him though and I felt happy about that.

@Treasurehunter

Ahhh this was me on saturday! I can relate. Feels like a real kick in the face to be honest . Its rediculasly lame and selfish especially when it doesnt reflect how they are treated.

Hugs to you
Happy birthday

Your husband needs to appreciate the lovely lady he's been lucky to share his life with. xxx Big hug from us. xx I was glad I found this I was a downer. Thanks girls. I'm 24 and the day after my birthday 1st July 2018 two years ago was the award ceremony. I got first but that day but the person, my mum. A single mom who sacrificed everything for me and little sis wasn't there, she died the year before. Gran was Ill and my BF of seven years did one with my bestie. I still miss her. So I had one picture taken in my cap and left. Today I came across it in a file and it all hit me again. I have this picture which represents what she gave up and only three people in the world have ever seen it. Side note. Although not a mum I take care of my little sis. Any advice on a 15 YO and first BF and you know. PM me. Thanks guys xx

Happy birthday!

My worst ever birthday was my 23rd. I was two weeks overdue with first dc and they induced me on my bloody birthday. A whole day (and most of the next) in a back to back relentlessly hard labour. Absolutely pants

My 21st was horrible. My long term boyfriend had dumped me 2 weeks earlier and I was devastated. I had loved him so, so much and hoped to spend the rest of my life with him. I cancelled the big party at a local nightclub because I was such a mess, and instead just had a quiet family meal at a local restaurant. I kept going to the loo so I could cry, I genuinely thought my life was over.

Luckily, I met now DH only a couple of months later and although I was very cautious about agreeing to go out with him because I'd been so heartbroken, he was very persistent. When we finally went on our first proper date he just blew me away, it was incredible. By the end of the date (which lasted a whole weekend) I struggled to even remember my ex's name

My 20th was my worst. I was in second year at uni living with 5 other girls. For each of their birthdays we had treated them to dinner at a restaurant, a night out and gifts at home but when my birthday came round I got nothing. They hadn't even hung up the birthday banners. Then I found out one girl had kept all the cards and gifts that had arrived through the post for me that week and put them in her room before heading out to lectures all day, leaving me with no gifts from my family either. It was a miserable day. Then when it was someone else's birthday the following month they thought I was being unreasonable when I refused to pay my share for their present, cake and party.

Spent quite a miserable birthday on the seafront at Weston-super-Mare and shared a tuna sandwich with my ds 7 . I was so poor.😔

Meant to say Happy Birthday Op....🥞🥞...pancake or two...

My horrible cunt of an ex got me a teapot for my 30th. Then asked me to make him tea.

On my 18th birthday, I drove into the village to see the local pub decked out with balloons, 'Happy 18th Birthday' banners - the works. Wasn't for me.

My 39th was spent in labour with my DS. He was born an hour into the next day.

My 36th birthday. I’d given birth a fortnight before and was very hormonal. My DH didn’t arrange anything remotely special for the day, nice food/breakfast in bed/flowers - nothing. I always arrange a decent day out or a surprise for him.

This is really ungrateful but I got a heated blanket from my parents for that birthday. I was so upset that I sobbed in the shower. Looking back, I get their reasoning - me to be cosy on the sofa. To me though it represented loss - my freedom, stuck with a baby on the sofa for hours, depressed. I was very tired. At the time the best present would probably have been an hour to myself at a coffee shop or a bath.

My 32nd, tail end of a horribly emotionally abusive and controlling marriage.
We were together from a young age and he had completely ground me down to a shell. I was financially supporting him, working full time in a stressful job and dealing with my father's terminal illness on top of everything.

For a year I had suspected something was up, he was showing all the signs of an affair but i just couldnt allow myself to believe it of him.
That day was the final straw, he 'took me out' and spent the day complaining and ignoring me. Went shopping to buy me a gift but ended up spending more money on himself, no cake and no card. Even ended up ordering his favourite takeaway which I didnt particularly like just to try please him. He refused to come to bed with me, saying he wanted to stay up late and I ended up crying myself to sleep wondering how the fuck my life had ended up like this.

Next morning while he was passed out I took his phone and went through his messages (first time I had ever done it but it was my last chance to save my sanity) Found messages going back a year between him and a mutual 'friend' who had been at my hen and my wedding etc. Full of 'I love yous' and 'I wish I could start my life over' her birthday had been a few days before mine and he had gone all out for her just to rub salt in the wound.

I took my screenshots and kicked his arse out of the house. He had stone walled and gas lit me for a year, denying there was any problem and treating me like shit. I bought him out of the house and divorced him but it took me years to get my head together and I'll never forgive him for what he put me through. Hes a pathetic piece of shit who wouldnt know happiness if it was staring him in the face but I can finally now say hes no longer my problem and I am so much happier without him in my life.

I have a new partner now and he's the polar opposite, treats me well and I feel properly cared for for the first time! Makes me feel special everyday and has made an effort for every birthday I've had since we've been together.

Onwards and upwards

Actually this one, today (41).

I'm sat crying trying to get my baby to sleep because my husband has gone on one of his rants about how he earns all the money, does everything and I'm ungrateful.

My crime was saying I prefer lurpack to the Aldi version. Apparenly, if Aldi isn't good enough then I'm a snob and should find someone who earns more money.

He does this every year. Doesn't do anything for my birthday and tries to suck any joy out of it. He's been trying to pick pick pick all day and I've been so careful with what I say.

An off hand remark about lurpack for fucks sake.

I hate birthdays.

My birthday in 2013 : miscarriage!
DS's birthday 2019: my mum died!
DH's birthday is the anniversary of a major terrorist attack
DD's thus far untarnished but she's only 7.