Aaaarrrgghh! Long post lost. Probably for the best. Anyway, the upshot was this:
I did not get any presents from dh, or a little one "from" the dc. No flowers, no cup of tea made, no birthday cake and the cards were bought at the corner shop on the pretence of buying a packet of mints. Still, at least I got those.
We had to stop the car on the way back from Skegness as it started to overheat. I stopped at an Asda and bought some pizza and a birthday cake. I cut the cake on my own in the kitchen singing happy birthday in my head. I always make sure everyone has a birthday cake, including his mother. I hid his cake in my wardrobe and even took it on holiday so he'd bloody have one.
He claims he was going to shop on the day of the crash.
He had a drink yesterday lunchtime, I did not as I was driving. But that's ok.
All I wanted was a couple of bathbombs, and a £6 top from Asda, and a little cake. That would have been fine, but no.
So we had the pizza I got for tea, with the wine I got in the weekly shop, and a bar of chilli chocolate (tiny) I bought in Thorntons last weekend. Not exactly saintly, so I'll pass the halo back.
I have decided to have low/no expectations in future and then I won't be disappointed. I'm ok though, nothing a good cry won't fix.