It's my birthday tomorrow. MIL always takes it upon herself to provide the cake.
Lo and behold she's brought round my cake. I'm funny about cake. I actually don't really like it. In particular I don't like chocolate cake. At all. It's the biggest chocolate cake. It turns my stomach to look at it so I won't be having any.
The appearance of the cake has reminded dh that he's forgotten to get the one type of cake I do like. It's apparently my fault because dh filled a prescription for me and in the process forgot to buy me cake.
I'm annoyed at MIL. I know I'm ungrateful btw. But I'm even more annoyed at dh for not having the conversation he's been promising to have with MIL about not bringing cake (we end up with far too much and I don't like chocolate cake) for the past 12 years and forgetting to buy me cake and blame me.
Aibu to strop?