I've just always felt very very sad around my birthday. Excited about it as a child but usually a bit uncomfortable as well, I didn't like being the centre of attention and only ever had one party, when I was 9, which was a disaster as I ahd to invite only 5 children and therefore it was the ones who'd invited me, who didn't all get on...anyway...
then I got older and fell out a bit with my family, and told them not to buy me gifts, because I was struggling to figure out how to fit in with them and for a while didn't see them at all. They carried on but I didn't want 'things' as I didn't really feel like they liked me iyswim (ungrateful maybe, but it hurt)
Since then anything they have got me ahs emphasised the feeling that they don't understand me, or like me, or know me. Finally I've said I'd rather no gifts as I feel too old now (keeping it polite iyswim) and we've agreed a family rule not to do adult presents. The kids still have loads for theirs, that's all hunky dory.
Last boyfriend I had made no effort despite his being 2 weeks before and my really making a big deal of it for him - thought he cared for me, too - and the one before that it turns out was already living with some other bird when he brought me a present, which he had chosen but didn't seem to be quite 'there', like he felt it was an obligation. So far nothing has shifted my belief that I'm not loved, or wanted, or cared for enough for someone to really want to buy me (or make or whatever) a nice present that I will like.
This sounds so shallow and crap - but I always just feel miserable and want to cry when that time of year comes round. It's like being at a big party where nobody knows you - you feel more lonely than ever. I wish it would just never be my birthday and I could forget feeling so rubbish about it.
Does anyone else feel like this? Why is it so symbolic, and why do I even care?