DP and I have been together 8 years. We see each other at weekends only and holidays. He's a wonderful man and been amazing with my kids, pretty much seeing then through their terrible teens and doing all the midnight party pick ups, uni open days, etc.
Its my birthday this weekend and I asked for us to go out with my kids (coming home from Uni) to a new long (that's relevant) film on Friday night. He agreed. However.... his young adult son has been having a huge struggle with MH issues and just been diagnosed with borderline person disorder. On Tuesday this week he needed collecting in the night and bringing home from his flat 2 hours away. DP is knackered and does a very physically demanding job too. Also his father is terminally ill. So when I rang to check about Friday he was throwing up obstacles as to how he couldn't get to me in time or wouldn't be able to stay awake. We've had this before and he would just chug a few Red Bulls and skip a shave before coming over. I really get how stressed he is but our summer holiday consisted of him texting back and forth with his son day and all night, every 30 mins, and hardly talking to me. Sex has evaporated in the last few months. I feel like we are barely together. I know I'm being unreasonable but I just feel disproportionately sad, tearful and hurt about my birthday. Am I in fact a horrible person? I can't seem to be a grown up about it.