I made a big fuss of my big birthday during 2022 but in the month leading up to the actual day, serious family shit kicked in. On the day, the shit had been resolved but i was pretty shell-shocked and could barely muster enthusiasm for all the fancy stuff that I had planned. I did it, it was fun in parts, but i just kept dwelling on what hadn't happened - eg properly wrapped pressies from DC, thoughtful cards from them. Then my DP of over three years presented me with just a nice card and a cheap potplant... I've handed his arse to him on a plate for that...
It's not like me either to be a princess or to view the world through a lens of stress, worry, shame and disappointment. This will pass, won't it? It's not just what happens when you're 60???