It was my birthday on Tuesday, not a big one. 47. We woke up as usual in the morning. DH and I both working and teenagers hanging around the house.
Not a card, present, nothing. Ok I'll see how the day goes.
I get home from work to a card from DH and the kids with some supermarket flowers.
I feel hurt that there was no thought / planning. DH accuses me of being spoiled. I think that hurts more. I'm the furthest thing from a princess! I work an insane amount of overtime consistently and I do everything for the family.
DH works full time too and contributes at home and with the kids. Generally we have a great relationship.
AIBU for being upset?
You wouldn't even have known there was anyone's birthday in the house. I just can't shake this feeling.