I've had enough.
I spend a small fortune on them because they are the only child in the family.
Last year was ridiculous. Presents, clothes, a day out. And it is never enough. I get guilt tripped because the poor little mites parents have divorced. They divorced when DN was 3 and have no memories of parents living together.
They expect me to give up my weekend come to the party, not only that help set everything up and make the food. Buy a load of presents and also take the kid out away from the party.
I would drop dead with shock if this lot bought me a card for my birthday.
And after DNs behaviour last year...open the presents and put them aside for the next one. There is no gratitude here and I'm sick of the reminders everytime I see them that it's their birthday soon and what am I getting them.