Of course you are hurt. You are human and she is being a bloody teenager.
Rise above my lovely 
I know exactly where you are coming from.
My other half was away when Dd1 had her birthday. She had had me buying her lots of books on kindle and some nice make up. I had provided her class with brownies. She had gone kut with a couple of mates in the afternoon.
She had agreed to grudgingly go out for a meal with me and her two young --annoying siblings. Peace lasted for five minutes before WW3 broke out, I paid, she stormed off. Did not speak to me for a couple of hours til she wanted something. A few days later told me I wrecked her birthday.
Her celebration official was yesterday...film and pizza with friends. Bank of Dad expected to show up, take the popcorn order, wait somewhere else for two hours before taking them to pizza place where he was not expected to sit at their table, just pay at the end!!!
Me and the babbies were banned from the event entirely.
I am embarrassing with a capital E, no fashion sense, only have pity parties, cannot have a convo without groaning, sighing or eye rolling and I Do Not Understand Her. Unlike Zoella or Pointless Man or any of the other xubious vloggers.
Ignore. Smile and Wave. Make the
Eat the
Save her a piece.
I got told, no goody bags, we're not three Sigh No Candles we're not babies Sigh.
Look, you sound awesome, when she is 25 or when she has kids of her own, you might get an apology one day. Hang on in there love. It is a world of pain but do not engage.
xxx