But that didn't keep my grandmother for hating that I got presents, she never liked me, or any women that I'm aware of, but spoiled me little brother rotten. I remember one Christmas he got a brand new Game Boy (when they very first came out) tons of games, roller blades and a few RC cars. Me? I got a towel set. I cried myself to sleep.
So, I have issues getting gifts, I feel like I don't deserve them and that my gift I gave never matches up. But yet, I still want to get gifts, I am, after all, only human. Yet my husband NEVER gets me anything. Year after year something come up and I get left empty handed. This year his mom made me a cake, which he got wrong and told her the wrong kind, but that didn't matter, she made me one.
Now my hubby and I work opposite shifts so we don't see each other all week, but I really thought he'd come home early to sign me 'Happy Birthday' or stay up and do it when I got home.
Neither of these things happened tonight, and really that's all I wanted, but instead I got nothing from him again. And it hurts, I cried and then got pissed. I accidentally woke him up and ending up yelling at him. He feels like shit, and really, he should.
Oi... if you read all this, thanks, it really was just a vent. My birthday sucked.