A bit of a first world problem...
My birthday is just before Christmas, the worst time of year but that's how it is.
To compound the annual ball ache of combined Christmas & birthday presents childhood and no-one coming out early adulthood . The real reason I don't want to make any fuss about my birthday is that we experienced a shattering bereavement on the same day, this was some years ago but for me the day of my birth is also the day a part of me died.
Obviously my family know all of this but DD has always wanted to celebrate my birthday. It's a good thing but I don't think she grasps what grieving really means. DD thinks I'm unappreciative of her efforts on my birthday.
DD started her first job this year, we both work for the same huge employer but in different departments, few people at work know of both of us. As it's her first year with money of her own DD is doubly excited about buying me birthday and Christmas gifts.
As a company we have a big charity raffle a few times a year, neither of us won the pre Christmas raffle today. This evening we've been messaging to commiserate the fact that we didn't win.
I said: ah well, x prize was rubbish anyway, it wouldn't be suitable, I'm glad I didn't win it.
DD said: oh no Mum, not again, I don't f**ing believe you. I've bought you that it's a very expensive item but we get a big staff discount
AIBU to think I screw up my birthday every year but I wish that people would hear me when I say that I really don't want to celebrate it at all?