What is the worst birthday you have ever had?

[NewLion]

14 because of a broken leg

My nans funeral on my birthday wasn't great. Prior to that would have been having flu.

40th. One day out of a refuge with my kids. In lockdown 😂

As a single parent in my 40s … can’t remember exact age. I decided to celebrate by taking the children to Wetherspoons for lunch, they were old enough to appreciate the outing and the food. I had been suffering with toothache for a couple of weeks (whilst GP and dentist kept sending me back to each other) and was in horrendous pain. As I turned away from the bar with the drinks on a tray I stumbled and dropped the lot on the floor.
The bar staff replaced them immediately, and free. Bless them.

Name changed for this.
The day before my 60th birthday I went to Wales with my family to scatter our DM’s ashes. It was planned to do it on the day after my birthday, which was actually hers.
On the morning of my b/d DB and his DW had disappeared from the hotel and despite phoning we didn’t find out what was happening until hours later. Major anxiety all round.
If turned out DB had a heart attack in the night and insisted on being driven for hours back to the hospital near his home.
So the rest of us scattered mum’s ashes on my 60th birthday whilst not knowing whether DB would survive.
He did, thankfully. It was definitely a day to remember but not for the right reasons.

I’ve spent a few in hospital so they weren’t great.

my 30th!

My ex DH told me to get dressed up and he was taking me out. I was sat waiting all excited but his brother called and he went out with him instead. I was heartbroken.

I called my friends upset, and they put together a bit of something for be in my local pub. Everyone dropped everything to make sure I had a good time.

That wasn’t even the worst thing he had done to me.

My dad phoned me on my 40th, I thought it was to say happy birthday but no, it was to tell me he had terminal cancer.

I’m sorry that happened to you and I hope things are better for you now.

I felt pressured by friends to do someting for my 50th.....so rented an apt in Brighton, it was cold november, heating was useless, window was broken so a big draft in bedroom, then teens in other apt set fire to curtains as they had made bongs to smoke weed...all of us outside at 4 am in drizzle while fire brigade dealt with fire etc....meant to stay 3 days but after 2 I drove home and went to bed as exhausted. We did have a nice dinner before the fire incident so not all bad. Had to fight for a partial refund over the heating and broken window, also the teens had been let the other apt illegally as under age...owner only agreed to refund because i threatened bad reviews on line etc.

As a NYE baby, I could never outshine the day! As such, I had many good ones, many terrible ones and many mediocre ones but rarely, celebrations of me.

I never had big expectations though, and so no big disappointments either.

My mum was wise - we always got a lovely thoughtful gift, cake for breakfast (!) and a "get on with your day."

I was dumped a couple of days before my 21st. There is a photo of me being given a cake by my mum and you can see in the photo that my eyes are still bloodshot from crying.

One year had severe food poisoning from some oysters (to which I’m now allergic as a result).

My abusive ex never gave me or did anything for my birthday. He did give me cards… which he sent one of his employees out to choose and which were always hideous.

Luckily my DP of the last 23 years is an absolute legend and has taken me to lovely mini breaks and amazing restaurants each year, and is really thoughtful. I was 50 last month and he gave me an incredible holiday as my gift.

Post Xmas winter bday here and always seemed to be ill on my bday as a kid. Usual colds/flu etc. I have memories of sleeping on the sofa as a kid and not being able to eat cake as I was puking everywhere.

My 40th was shite as we were in lockdown. Thankfully no one serenaded me from the street unlike my neighbour whose elderly parents woke me up with their rendition of Happy Birthday, my arsehole neighbour was furious when we sarcastically sung along 😆.

We have cancelled my birthday because I’ve had so many bad ones were certain it’s cursed. We just don’t celebrate. The last one I had, my daughter had an awful stomach bug (didn’t start until we were 2 hours away from home on a train). Highlights included her vomiting into my coffee in Starbucks and throwing up all over herself in her car seat on the car ride from the station home. Spent the evening scrubbing sick out of car fabrics. One year we travelled 2 hours by train again to a specific restaurant I’d had to book 3 months in advance to get a table and was really looking forward to. We were thrown out before we could even order because my stupid, ignorant dad was rude to the staff and I was so angry at him. It was half term in London and basically every other restaurant was fully booked so we ate meal deals on the next train home. Still annoyed with him for that one.

The first one after my baby was born (she was about 3 weeks old), I was in the throes of (at the time) undiagnosed post Partum psychosis and was figuring out how I could kill myself in a way where no one would notice and the baby would be safe. This involved driving an hour to drop the baby off with some kind elderly relatives from a house we used to live at, because in my confused state they seemed like much better people to raise my baby.

I could go on but those are a few. Since I cancelled my birthday, life has been a lot easier!

My last one. I was 7 months pregnant. My grandmother was in hospital with sepsis that she had got off the back of a diarrhea and sickness bug that she caught from a interim care home. I ended up catching the sickness bug and she died two days after my birthday. I spent a week in bed violently ill and grieving and pregnant. No birthday I have can ever be that bad again.