It's pathetic and I know it doesn't matter. I'm old enough not to care, but I do.
It's my birthday and DH has bought me presents. So far, so good. We make a big deal of birthdays as I never really got them growing up (too poor) and he had so many siblings it was always hand me downs (also really poor)
We are doing ok financially; things could always be better, but that's the case for most.
All of my presents are from primark and catagorically 'un-me'. I detest primark because the clothes don't fit and don't last. DH knows this. I have a few select places where clothes fit (I'm an odd shape and size) and primark isn't one of them. Nothing against the brand, it's just not suitable for me.
I know exactly what's happened. He's left it to the last minute and gone into the closest shop he can that's nearest his work at lunch time. He has literally picked the first things he's seen.
I'm really hurt because I go to such effort and I've just been an afterthought. He's spent weeks shopping to make goodie-bags for a work weekend away (think monogrammed and personalised shit) for the whole company, and I get stuff that a) doesn't fit b) would never wear (satin baseball jacket and matching cap? I'm 35 ffs)
I know it doesn't matter. It's just a birthday and at least he's bought something. I know this. But it's the presents themselves which scream "couldn't give a flying fuck" and, in my opinion, are worse that just saying "I didn't know what to get, how about a nice dinner?"
Tell me I'm being stupid and selfish and a big baby. Tell me to grow up and get over it. I'm really irrationally upset and need to stop it.