It was my birthday earlier in the week. Not a milestone one or anything, so nothing special. I feel like ever since I turned 40 and did do a nice night out with a few friends for it, I really don't care about my birthday anymore.
It always reminds me a bit of New Year's Eve. Lots of hype and excitement leading up to it from the children, but when the day comes I just feel blah and nothing much materialises of it. I've kind of stopped caring about it now and felt quite low in the days leading up to it and on the day. My husband wanted to go out and do something because the children were looking forward to it, but I said I didn't want to do anything except stay at home and relax (preferably on my own in peace away from the chaos of everyone else).
I don't go on social media much anymore, and I have a few friends I text message every now and then. I realised half way through the day when one messaged to wish me, that I was actually a bit annoyed because they did and I'd secretly been hoping no one would acknowledge it. But then I got thinking why? Ii know it's weird, but it was almost as if I was getting annoyed that someone remembered and acknowledged it. Obviously it's nice of them to have wished me, but why do I feel so insignificant that I'd rather everyone forget about my birthday and in a way 'justify' my feelings that they did forget, than to appreciate they made the effort to wish me a happy birthday?
Is anyone else like this?
AIBU to have not wanted to do anything on my birthday even if my husband wanted to do something because the children were looking forward to it being my birthday?