I turned 40 recently and I'm massively underwhelmed and sad by the effort my husband made. I see 40 as a big milestone, in the past 10 years I had 3 kids, I have reason to celebrate, it's a privilege to grow old. I know we're in the grip of this pandemic but a takeaway, bunch of flowers and a thoughtful gift would have meant so much to me. He got me a Fitbit (3rd Fitbit he has bought me, he forgot about the other 2), at present I can't even get out for a 20 minute walk daily because he's never home from work on time so this Fitbit is like a plastic lump reminding me of how little exercising I'm doing. No flowers and I ordered our own takeaway. I keep crying and can't shake off this sadness. I feel I deserve better. I said all this and he replied that I'm hard to buy for. My family and friends did remember and sent some lovely messages and gifts. It's such a lonely time as it is without this damp effort for a big birthday. I know I should count my blessings but........