My parter (43) is obssessed with Glastonbury festival. He's told me many times how he's been for the past 6 times and how amazing it is and how in love he is with it, he sees himself as an expert on it and goes on and on and on about it. Someone was on radio the other day talking about it and DP shouted at the radio to shut up as they know nothing about it 
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He took me for my first time last year. Not being a lover of camping I remember being freezing cold every night (I'm extremely anaemic which doesn't help), tired, claustrophobic and fed up. yeah we saw some good bands and met some cool people but I just didn't "get it" even though it seemed I really should? I couldn't bare to tell him so I told him I'd enjoyed it even though I wasn't as into it as him.
Well he was super excited when he got tickets for this year. I thought I'll give it another go, be better prepared, bought a good arctic sleeping bag, plastic penis, coffee sachets, good shoes and lots of stuff for hygiene and although it worked out better than the first time, I still don't "get it". It's too crowded, wet and mucky, everyone is hammered by 4pm and half of them unconscious by 8pm, you can't get anywhere near the big acts anyway, the bogs are disgusting, the food ridiculously expensive and every day is spent trudging from one field to the next to watch some crappy band that DP promises me will be "awesome" and ends up sounding like a school music classroom.
I just don't like it all that much. I've tried it twice and I just don't get it. I also don't like the way DP acts when he's there. This year he bought some weed (which I didn't mind so much as a one off) and an ecstasy tablet ffs - then he's stood there stoned, high and drunk saying he can't face watching the end of Kasabian as he feels funny. Then he starts going on about how he's a "stoner" so used to it 
its embarrassing. at 43 years old you aint a stoner, you're a middle aged engineer trying to relive your youth.
Anyway, I'm going to have to tell him I don't want to go next year. It will destroy him and I suspect he may even question our compatibility over it (no joke).
Should I just suck it up and go and try and enjoy it or is it too much to pretend? Don't want to be selfish but I can see me getting bitter about it, especially the amount of money it costs. We must have spent around £800 on it this year.