I expect I am BU. And silly and childish but dammit I want my own way on this for once.
It is my birthday today. I hate my birthday, have done for almost as long as I can remember. At least since I was 11 or 12. I hate getting presents, hate fuss, hate being the centre of attention. But mostly I hate presents.
My parents and brother accepted this year's ago and just send cards. DH sort of accepts it and buys me one small thing. PIL and SIL don't get it at all. PIL are here today and arrived yesterday with a bag of three presents. DH put this with his two on the kitchen table. I have ignored them initially and now moved them out of sight into the study.
The thought of opening them makes me tense and miserable. I know if I just got it over and done with the pressure would be off but I get so angry that yet again my clear and expressed wish to not have any is ignored.
On a scale of 1-10 how much of a dick am I being?