Ughhh, I'd hate that too. I hate people saying happy birthday to me in person because then I'm expected to smile and act the right way - which is still a mystery to me. I remembered another one about five years ago when I went horseback riding with my daughter instead of visiting my mother like I normally feel obligated to do. My mother went batshit crazy and phoned me up yelling about how I didn't love her and I was a horrible daughter because I didn't want to go see her on my birthday. She was sobbing and irrational and she was angry with me for at least a week. Then there's this year's birthday when mum was in hospital and forgot it completely but went all-out for my SIL's birthday by throwing her a party with 45 people, flying her sister and grandmother here from Philippines as a surprise, paying for a maid to clean the house, going out for dinner, paying for brother and SIL to go on holiday, and giving her lavish gifts.
It takes all kinds.
What about good birthdays?
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