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    reply 1 2 Next Anonymous #1 #1 Report Thread starter 5 years ago

    It's our first year together, been about 11 months. I got him nice things he liked for his birthday and we went on a weekend trip together. For my birthday.. nothing. No happy birthday text/message/call, he just called to say he's gonna be an hour late cause he didn't want to get the train, got his dad to drive him over instead. He's 33 by the way. Turned up empty handed. No flowers, card, plans for the day. My family and I took HIM out to dinner, he didn't pay any of it or say happy birthday at all for the day. I felt so let down! No acknowledgement from him at all. A while after my birthday I asked if anything was wrong, if there was a reason for no effort whatsoever on my day.. he said he didn't know what to get me and has offered to take me shopping for something. :/ It's not the same at all. It's now 2 weeks after my birthday and we've still not been :/ I put in so much effort for him and I feel this is a red flag if he can't return that effort for me! But he doesn't seem to care.

    P.s. he's got lots of time and has plenty of money. Even cheap tesco flowers would have been better than nothing at all.

    0 reply Kholmes1 Badges: 18 Rep: ? #2 Report 5 years ago

    He didn't say happy birthday or anything?? Did he know it was your birthday?

    0 reply Anonymous #1 #3 Report Thread starter 5 years ago

    (Original post by Kholmes1)

    He didn't say happy birthday or anything?? Did he know it was your birthday?

    I know right!! He isn't one for showing much emotion but this isn't even 'getting in touch with his feelings', this is just common courtesy especially for a couple. Feeling like I shouldn't bother accepting his late offer to make me choose my own gift. He knew it was coming up, just didn't bother.

    0 reply TheExtrovertGod Badges: 2 Rep: ? #4 Report 5 years ago Happy birthday 1 reply chikane Badges: 20 Rep: ? #5 Report 5 years ago

    (Original post by Anonymous)

    It's our first year together, been about 11 months. I got him nice things he liked for his birthday and we went on a weekend trip together. For my birthday.. nothing. No happy birthday text/message/call, he just called to say he's gonna be an hour late cause he didn't want to get the train, got his dad to drive him over instead. He's 33 by the way. Turned up empty handed. No flowers, card, plans for the day. My family and I took HIM out to dinner, he didn't pay any of it or say happy birthday at all for the day. I felt so let down! No acknowledgement from him at all. A while after my birthday I asked if anything was wrong, if there was a reason for no effort whatsoever on my day.. he said he didn't know what to get me and has offered to take me shopping for something. :/ It's not the same at all. It's now 2 weeks after my birthday and we've still not been :/ I put in so much effort for him and I feel this is a red flag if he can't return that effort for me! But he doesn't seem to care.

    P.s. he's got lots of time and has plenty of money. Even cheap tesco flowers would have been better than nothing at all.

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    Im sorry but that is the lamest excuse ever that he could not find something for you! he couldnt say a simple happy birthday either did he lose his tongue or hands to prevent him from saying it or texting/calling you? If i were you i would not put in any more effort until he does.

    What you doing with him girl? he seems like a taker and he will carry on taking from you and not giving anything back dont let him walk all over you. If i were you i would distance myself from hima nd if he asks whats up tell him you are ****ed with him for putting no effort for your special day and how you are always there for him. Show him you won't be taken for granted or you are gone.

    5 reply chikane Badges: 20 Rep: ? #6 Report 5 years ago

    (Original post by Kholmes1)

    He didn't say happy birthday or anything?? Did he know it was your birthday?

    Didnt you used to be a sheep?

    0 reply username2885068 Badges: 11 Rep: ? #7 Report 5 years ago

    That's so sad... I don't want to be one of the "break up with him" people, but you could at least sit him down and ask where he pictures your relationship actually going. If he can't be bothered to celebrate your birthday now, what's it going to be like in the future?

    4 reply Anonymous #1 #8 Report Thread starter 5 years ago

    Thank you. I'm glad I didn't come across too selfish for expecting him to at least say it :/ I called him (didn't mean to get all upset, just there had been other issues too with no-effort) saying I'm getting nothing positive from him, I'm always coming to see him and he's came to see me 3 times in the past half year which isn't good enough and puts in no effort while I'm at his. I told him if he doesn't step up I'm walking away. I'm giving it one month to see if he shapes up, but so far it's not looking likely.

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    My Boyfriend Never Gets Me Anything for My Birthday

    Gifts have never been my boyfriend’s strong suit. We’ve been together for four years now, and each time my birthday rolls around, I have to spend copious amounts of time hinting at items I would like to have. Last year, for example, I kept showing him pictures of a particular necklace, and even sent him an email link. Twice! Yet, despite my best efforts, he never caught on.

    So, what does he get me then, you might ask. Well, nothing! I have never received a gift from my boyfriend. Not for my birthday, not for Christmas, and not even for our anniversary. My friends have asked me why I’m still with him, and the truth is, I feel like breaking up over a gift, or lack thereof, would be a rather petty thing to do. I mean, is it really that important for an otherwise healthy relationship?

    Some might say it is. I mean, I do feel disappointed, of course, but I’ve grown used to it. I already know that for my next birthday, and the birthday after that, my boyfriend will pat me on the back, wish me a good day at work, and go back to watching TV.

    I must have been particularly shocked when he didn’t get me anything during our first year together, so I asked him about it. I thought that maybe he’d forgotten, but I couldn’t understand how, considering I kept reminding him about it throughout the month.

    Well, you know what he said?

    “Aww, I’m sorry, pumpkin, aren’t I enough?”

    And that pretty much sums it up. Every year, it’s always the same. I mean, it’s not like I expect him to buy me expensive perfumes or a car, but a cake or a bar of chocolate would be nice. Perhaps I’m overreacting. Four years is no small feat, after all, and what’s a single day in the grand scheme of things?

    However, I am becoming increasingly tense and irritable in the days leading up to my birthday. My boyfriend noticed this year, when he discovered me crying in the bathroom.

    “What’s wrong, Katie?” he asked, pulling me into a hug.

    I sobbed, not knowing how to bring the subject up again. I mean, at this stage, what was even the point? It wasn’t like things were going to change.

    “I need a new coat,” I sniveled, “There’s this one I really want.”

    He stared at me, wide-eyed, as I showed him a picture of it on my phone.

    “Well, why are you crying? Go out and get it!”

    See, this is exactly the issue. My boyfriend doesn’t believe in gifts.

    “I can’t, Michael,” I sobbed.

    “Why not?” he looked astounded, “Don’t you have money?”

    How could he be so clueless? Overcome with a sudden pang of anger, I blurted out something I immediately regretted.

    “Either you get me a birthday gift this year…” I took a deep breath, “Or we’re over.”

    He looked shell-shocked. To be fair, I was too.

    “I’m sorry,” I began, but he scrambled to his feet and left the room.

    For the next couple of days, we barely spoke to one another. He stayed in the living room, and I mostly kept to myself in the bedroom. I tried apologizing several times, but he only grumbled under his breath, something about me only wanting him for his money. We both knew that wasn’t true though. He wasn’t even working at the time, so I was the one giving him an allowance.

    I had to go to work on my birthday. Most people would shudder at the thought, but I didn’t mind it at all. See, it was the one place I knew I’d be appreciated and acknowledged with at least a small gift. My colleagues went all out this year, getting me a large cake and a gift card from my favorite boutique. I would have been ecstatic, if it hadn’t been for the nagging thought of returning home to nothing.

    However, when I let myself in through the front door that evening, I was immediately met with a vase of red roses, surrounded by glowing candles. A note sat on top of the flower bouquet:

    You’ve discovered your first clue,

    You decide on what to do,

    Take the plunge, the price was steep,

    Check the place on which you sleep.

    I stared at it, dumbfounded. Had he actually bought me a gift?

    I dashed into the bedroom, looking around wildly for the next piece of paper. I found it sitting on top of my pillow.

    You have found the second hint,

    Have you read the finer print?

    You will get there, keep the faith,

    Check the place in which you bathe.

    What? The finer print? I giggled at the questionable rhyming. Still, this was a great improvement from the previous years.

    I didn’t have to search long when I entered the bathroom. The note was in plain sight, stuck to the surface of the mirror.

    You have found the final clue,

    Please leave us a good review,

    We’ve been paid a fine deposit,

    Go ahead and check your closet.

    Wait. Us? Had he hired a company to do this?

    I yanked the closet doors open. Inside, hung the most beautiful rose-coloured coat I’d ever seen. I grabbed it, pulling it off its hanger in excitement, and throwing it on. It was perfect. The shade complimented my complexion and the suede material felt soft on my skin.

    “Michael!” I called out, expecting him to emerge from the kitchen, “I found it!”

    But aside from the soft crackle of the candles, the apartment was silent. I picked my phone up from the floor where I’d left it, and turned it on. One new notification. I jabbed at the screen, willing it to open the message faster. It was from Michael.

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    "My husband doesn’t have a cruel bone in his body. But I simply cannot accept that birthdays or any of these celebrations are 'just another day' for him."

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    'I've been married to my husband for 13 years. He almost never gets me a birthday gift.'

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    As I blew out the candles on my birthday cake, I looked around and realised I couldn’t think of a single thing to wish for. My heart was full.

    I was spending the day with all my loved ones and it was the first birthday spent with my new boyfriend.

    I turned to him as he described the gift he had planned for me.

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    A couples horse ride along the beach at sunset. It was perfect. He was perfect.

    I imagined us riding together, tasting the fresh salt air on our lips, looking towards the romantic pink sky on the horizon. I could actually hear Daryl Braithwaite “Horses” playing in my head. That’s the way it’s gonna be, little darling...

    Unfortunately, darling, that’s not the way it was gonna be. Because 13 years later, although that wonderful boyfriend is now my wonderful husband, I’ve still never been on a horseback ride at sunset.

    It was never officially booked in and I suppose life and the arrival of our four children got in the way!

    I’d like to say it was the first and only imaginary gift I've received from my husband, but sadly, it was not.

    Over the years, I've listened to women complain about receiving some truly terrible gifts from their partners.

    Vacuum cleaners, horrendous silver necklaces to add to their exclusively gold jewellery collection, cleaning products and ornaments.

    I would simply chuckle and think, "I can top that! I’ve been given the gift of an idea! The gift of Hope! One year, I received an imaginary hot-air balloon ride!! Ah, the memories!"

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    Believe it or not, I’m actually not a materialistic person. I don’t need much. I'm thrilled with a box of chocolates, a thoughtful message written on a card. A home cooked meal. Flowers. A day to myself.

    It truly is the thought that counts. Their time.

    A moment given to say, "hey, I see you. I appreciate you."

    I had tried it all over the years. Giving incredibly obvious hints. Lists.

    The old passive aggressive "don’t worry about getting me anything." Which led to well… Nothing.

    Some years, I would give up and just buy my own gift. Nothing quite like being handed the gift you selected for yourself still in the mailed packaging bag it arrived in.

    I just couldn’t figure out why. Because in every other aspect of our lives, my husband is everything. He is kind and hardworking, funny and affectionate. He is a brilliant father. He doesn’t have a cruel bone in his body.

    Yet with life’s every celebration, he offers the gift of disappointment.

    One day I finally solved the mystery of why, uttered in a single phrase.

    It was his birthday. I bounced into the room carrying his breakfast in bed, singing "happy birthday" with our children. I handed him his carefully chosen, beautifully wrapped gift and asked, "what would you like to do today? Your choice! Anything you want!"

    He looked over at me, a bemused smile dancing in the corners of his mouth. "I’m not fussed really, it’s just another day."

    It’s just another day.

    I felt my heart deflate as I stared at the balloons I had scattered around the room.

    It was not just another day. This day marked the day he entered the world. It certainly wasn’t "just another day" all those years ago when his poor mother endured a painful breech birth to welcome him ass first into this world!

    If it wasn’t for this day, we would never have met. We wouldn’t have fallen in love. I’d be somewhere else entirely. Our four incredible children would not exist.

    It’s a day that celebrates him and all that he brings to the world. I simply cannot accept that birthdays or anniversaries or any of these celebrations are "just another day."

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    Days filled with the endless cries of a newborn, the days where you're not even sure what day it actually is.

    Days of endless commutes to work.

    Groundhog days of packing school lunches and finding lost shoes.

    Days of bedtime routines and grocery shops.

    Tantrums and slammed doors.

    Days of the same song played on repeat.

    Days where you wonder what your brain was actually filled with before the constant to do lists.

    We’ve lived through a pandemic. Two years of trying to make it through “just another day.” Then you are given the gift of the other days.

    Those days that create memories, that give you your life stories.

    The days that bring planning and a restless impatience of future joy.

    The days of wishes made and candles blown.

    The days keys are handed over, and homes are made.

    The days of first kisses and butterflies.

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