It's my birthday. So far (18.30h) I have exchanged about 3 sentences with DP: he has been off playing sport, spent some hours in front of his computer, and has now gone out with his mates (who include women - I don't get invited, as don't the various partners of the men, because the women don't want other women there).
Phonecall to my family: at no stage does anyone say happy birthday. My Mum gets on, addresses me by the name she used to use to humiliate me as a small child (it has never had any positive connotations) and asks if I got the lottery ticket she sent, "because she thought that'd get a rise out of me". She knows i think lottery tickets are a total waste of money. She knows I loathe the name she uses. She asks what I have planned for the day, when I say "not much" she uses it as an opportunity to tell me I should be shacked up with one of my sister's ex boyfriends from 10 years ago, since he at least knew how to treat people (abusive git banker who handed out tiffany jewellery and swore at everyone). My Dad gets on and tells me I know nothing about computers or astronomy repeatedly, then gets off. My sister gets on and asks whether the child's jigsaw she sent me turned up "I know you don't have time to do jigsaws in your job, but I thought the box was pretty and [her] dd didn't like it anyway". At that stage all I'd said was "thanks for the lovely present"!
And no, i don't have time to do jigsaws. Particularly ones with 12 pieces. I'm a bloody surgeon, I do squishy smelly jigsaws all day every day...
I know I'm a boring humourless moaner who needs to lighten up, but does this actually seem extraordinarily horrible as a birthday to anyone out there?