Warning: spoilt rant approaching...
I feel childish and like a whiny brat but can't help being really deflated and disappointed with dh's seeming lack of regard for my feelings.
On his birthday (which he pretends to hate) I always make sure I've really thought of something, not always a gift but sometimes an activity, that I know he'll love and have a connection with - memory-making stuff like tickets to take our son to his first footie game. We've spoken about gifts previously and I've always said that it doesn't matter what it is / what it costs as long as he's thought about it, taken time to think about me and what I'd like. So, yesterday my kids wake me up with cuddles and singing and a present... from my neighbour. I get downstairs to find a bunch of flowers and a bottle of fizz from dh that he'd bought on the way back from the station the night before. No card. Not even a note on the flowers. What I'm really pi55ed about is that he hadn't got anything for the kids - they'd made me cards using their drawing paper and were a bit embarrassed about it. Obvs I made all the right noises etc and went off to work happy. Dodged the questions over "what did dh give you for your bday" from work colleagues and eagerly headed home to a nice family tea. Nothing. Went to the petrol station to buy cupcakes so the kids could blow out candles. Half hoping dh had something up his sleeve. Nothing. He logged on in the kitchen, I walked the dogs (in tears) and watched TV by myself all night. Confronted him as head was boiling and couldn't sleep only for it to all be my fault. He's away today / tonight so can ignore it all but am just so gutted. Am I behaving like a spoiled brat here or is this just passive aggressive crap.