My birthday sucked
Mid 30s here. Normally not one to complain but today is my birthday and it sucked. So I’m going to be a whiny bitch.
Married, sole bread winner. Wife is a stay at home mom.
My (really clearly requested) birthday present requests:
- An enthusiastic BJ
- Breakfast made for me (even a bowl of cereal I dont care just a little effort and showing that they care)
Birthday timeline:
Wake up at 6am, super quick vanilla quicky with wife (no BJ) Toddler cries as we’re finishing. So ends super quick(er).
6:15 Take my kid downstairs, make him breakfast, roll some cars around. He’s cute. don’t make myself breakfast, that would be fucking sad after my request.
7:45 Wife heads across to another city for a 100% unimportant PTA type meeting she could totally skip if she wanted to. I see her off, don’t even get a ‘happy birthday’.
7:45 -> 8:30 I do the housework (like most days) prep the child, walk him to daycare go to my office to start work.
Birthday breakfast was a plastic wrapped convenience store scone.
8:30 -> 11:30 work, child #2 (was at a friends the night before) gets sent home from school due to being sick…. Even though she’s not sick. I leave work, take her home and look after her. Wife still in pointless PTA. I remind kid it’s my birthday and I get an ‘oh I forgot, happy birthday’. Make sandwiches for her and generally keep her happy. She’s cute too.
13:30 kid goes to grandmas, I go back to work.
17:00 wife gets back from PTA meeting, finds i have taken the ~$12 she left on my card / money / wallet pile assuming it was mine. Apparently she received it from someone and didn’t write down how much it was. Get aggressively lectured for no reason.
She is ‘too tired’ to pick up toddler. I rush to go do it.
17:30 She asks what I’ve prepared for the kids dinner… ahh, I was working?!? I try to suggest cheerfully, hey it’s my birthday let’s Uber something tasty! get told off for that taking to long and told to ‘make something’ - so I make the kids some ravioli.
18:00 Wife grumpily folds a few towels from the 3 loads of washing I did. Then goes to play with her phone in our bedroom while I feed the children.
18:30 Birthday dinner was ravioli scraps and some toast, too burned out to be fucked making anything at that point.
19:00 I bathe the kids and feed them a slice of birthday cake I bought. I invite wife downstairs for cake. Nope.
20:00 I bring the kids upstairs to bed, put the big one to bed and the little one decides he wants to cuddle mommy.
20:30 Big kid falls asleep. Wife falls asleep next to little one.
20:30 -> 22:00 clean up the kitchen and two kids worth of carnage by myself.
That’s it. Birthday done.
22:00 -> now I mindlessly scroll Reddit wishing someone cared about me, not just needed me for money / food / changing diapers.
Honestly a card, a letter, a cuddle and a ‘happy birthday’, a fucking coffee made for me. Any glimmer of hope that someone cared would have been enough…
I’ve got money, food and a roof over my head. I know at the end of the day it’s not so bad and I’m just being a bitch. But I guess it’s a bit lonely hey.
Edit —- I’ve no idea why this blew up while I was sleeping. But thanks for the birthday wishes internet friends. It’s weird that it helps, but it does!
Edit 2 — I said PTA type meeting because I didn’t want to dox myself. I’m familiar with what she’s doing and the large group she was with. There is a new school campus being built in said city and they have day long steering meetings (and get a nice cafe lunch with the other mums provided, I should have skipped work for the meeting ha!)
Edit 3 (as I read the comments) — I understand leading with the sex thing is douchy. I just hate that I was ‘gifted’ what should be a normal part of a marriage.
Edit 4 - Just approached the topic with the wife. I’m not good at articulating these things so I wrote it down.
Her response was “is this going to make me feel worse? If so I don’t want to read it”
I just fucking gave up.
