My DH used to be a lovely gift giver, now I'm lucky if I get anything. My 29th bday went without so much as a happy birthday and a huge bust up. My 30th, I got a quick run round Asda the night before and then was presented with a bottle of whiskey and four cans of energy drink from my then 4 year old...I got nothing last Mother's Day and tried desperately not to cry while my DD daughter asked why I was writing cards out to her Nana. It made her very upset when she found out but I managed to placate with 'you're the best present ever' (which she is) and she proceeded to draw me a picture as card, which is still proudly displayed on our fridge.
But this year, her teacher got the class to decorate plant pots, pot little flowers in them and decorate a beautiful card with their handprints on. Honestly, it's small but such a lovely thing and honestly meant the world to me. But I can't keep shaking this horrible feeling that if her teacher hadn't of done such a lovely thing with my DD's class, then it's likely I'd of got nothing. Again.
Why is this bothering me?
It didn't happen, I recieved beautiful little gifts from my DD and I've promised to take very good care of the little plant.
So why am I still bothered?
Dh and I have been together 13 years...and it's like he just stopped caring you know? It's sad. I made such an effort for his 40th, we had a party (this was before lockdown of course) and I got a specially made cake. The day before we went out for a family day. I dedicated the whole weekend to him really...and I just got a bottle of whiskey. I feel I only got that because I made such a fuss over not even getting a single card from him or our DD on my 29th.
Am I being selfish and putting too much stay into a single day?