Birthdays are to some a number and to others it marks a milestone, turning point or just another trip around the sun. However, some are the worst. What are your worst birthdays?
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My mom forgot my 10th birthday so that sucked. She just disappeared and came back a week later. Oh and my favorite uncle (who was the only one to give me a birthday party every year) cancelled my birthday for his gf because we had the same one. I still had to go to her party. I didn’t get presents or cake either. It turned out to be the last birthday I’d have with him and he was such a big part of my birthday. He was the only one happy I was born. So I stopped celebrating my birthday (and Christmas) completely. He died 3 days before Christmas. Now my husband and in laws force me to celebrate both but honestly I don’t care to. I’m just waiting until the sand runs out of the hourglass. I’ll be around til I’m ready to not be. I’m cool with it though.
That's depressing in every way. Also why the heck did people downvote this one?
I teaching dancing and DJ at dance workshops. My 55th birthday was on a Saturday of one of the major workshops. All my friends who attend this workshop from all over the country knew it was my birthday. They were glad I was coming and not staying home to party with friends. Well over the past years I have had some lame birthdays. March sometimes doesn't have the nicest weather plus being the middle child, well the others in my family usually got the cake and celebration stuff. Some of you know what I mean. Anyway at the workshop I was asked to check out some sound gear in one of the other ballrooms. When I walked in there was a cake and a lot of my friends. Before anything was said in walks one of the other dance instructors wives and half the room yelled Happy Birthday...TO HER ! The rest of my friends turned and just looked at me in shock. Turns out this Karen had pushed her husband in throwing her a surprise party...AND her birthday was 2 weeks later. Both her and her husband knew it was my birthday. No one wished me a happy birthday. I ate a piece of cake and went back to DJ'ing in another ballroom and chalked it up as another lame birthday.
That's rough. Though I think I would have been a bit petty, taken the whole cake, and then walked out.
A couple of years ago i was asked how old and I actually had to do the math. Turns out if you and your family haven't celebrated your birthday for over 10yrs you kinda forget about it and lose track.
Fiftieth birthday at work. With the full department in attendance, my boss prepared a surprise birthday party with the apparent theme of, "You're so old, you're about to die! Ha-Ha!" The cake had a tombstone on it with black icing, and all the balloons and decorations were black. It didn't offend me so much as I was just amazed at the incredible low-brow stupidity of it all. [By the way, young Padawans, you may not believe it, but FIFTY IS NOT OLD. It's more like just being your fully adult self, but that's something you may not realize until you're another twenty years down the road.]
My 23 birthday, me and my friend went on a cruse and just before getting on the cruse ship i started vomiting.
I got the Norovirus and felt like dying for the whole 23h cruse and several hours after. The boat rocking and constant noise from people partying on top of nonstop diarrhea and vomiting would have been enough to make it a rememberable day in its own.
But on top my friend went partying and had a drunk argument in our room and between vomiting I tried to yell for them to leave.
Half of my friend had the room next to mine and one had loud sex with 4 different people(we don't judge her for her decisions), but I had to listen to all of it.
I had random people knock on my door and wish me a happy birthday as my friends had told everyone who would listen what happened and why they were there.
The next morning i was delighted to see most of my friends looked just as bad as i did XD
I definitely learned to pack extra underwear!! And no cruises on my birthday!
Probably my 20th, where my brother died three days before...
My Grandmas birthday was exactly a week before mine.
She died exactly a week after she turned 93
And where I was going to have my birthday, the place I had wanted to have a party at for YEARS, closed down for COVID the day before my party
Also, Idk if this counts, but my cat died on Christmas day, my dog died on Easter, and I got in a nearly fatal car crash on the first day of school
I just turned 12
My life sucks
My first cat died on my ninth birthday. He was 1 1/2 years old. But he had a heart murmur so, I guess we expected it. He was still so young and I went to school in tears. Now I have had two other cats for three years and they're both doing fine. RIP Hitch.
The one where my so-called friends locked me in a room with a guy they knew I had a crush on... while I only had my underwear and bra on. The setup was that they'd bought me a new outfit, try it on! And then... Yeah. Happy Sweet Sixteen it wasn't.
My 44th birthday was the worst because my father died five days before.
I recently broke my femur, wrist, and elbow from an ATV accident when I drove off a 12-foot cliff and my 200-pound 3-wheeler, well, slammed the right side of my body. this was 4 days before my birthday and the injury put me in a cast, a wheelchair, gave me an rod in my leg, and clinical depression. The entire day on my birthday I was sobbing from the pain and the memories of the accident. I just got out of the wheelchair in January, but I think and look at the way it changed me. That was the worst birthday ever for me.
My 11th Birthday.
We were in Pizza Hut and we had finished our Pizza and me and my brother were getting ice cream (we had 5 other people but we could only afford 2). My eldest sister kicked off because of this and got kicked out of Pizza Hut. I cried that day. I haven’t seen my sister willingly since.
when my dog died, he died on Christmas and my bday is in early January so I was still morning h
Here let me finish my story it wouldn't lit me write anymore? Anyway it was my 13th bday and his bday was the day before mine.
My worst birthdays were the ones I spent alone, on an isolated farmstead 15 miles from town, no internet, no TV, no ability to leave on my own because no car, and no friends that lived nearby that could visit. I was not living this way by choice; I'd been forced into it by my control freak parents who no longer bothered to celebrate my birthday since I turned 18 because birthday celebrations were for kids and I wasn't worth it. I haven't really had the kind of birthday I want to celebrate in 12 years.
It sounds like you are very isolated. So parents stopped bothering with birthdays, or made you live out in the sticks and not have internet or tv or car (presumably with no transit etc.)? I get stopping much of a celebration after 18 (excepting landmark birthdays), but ruining a 12 year old's birthday is really, really inconsiderate and stays with a kid.
My parents decided my 7th birthday was the perfect day to move from my home and all my friends to an isolated town in the middle of nowhere where I had a hard time making new friends.
My first year in prison. I had no friends yet, no money, and dinner was liver and onions.
On my 13th a bit over a year ago, I got seriously injured and had to go to the er for 11 hours for surgery. Severed an artery and damaged a nerve and tendon. I still have some pretty intense scars on my wrist and permanent nerve damage. Thankfully I have almost normal mobility which is a real blessing cause of how complicated wrists are, and my artery managed to fuse back up with stitches and still works. Overall not the greatest birthday (or following 6 months) ever but hey I got my birds a few days later!
When I was younger I had a cousin who I’ll call “B” and his birthday was the exact day after mine and when I was 8 my birthday wasn’t acknowledged at my fathers house by anyone but my (now dead) great-grandmother. She gave me a b-day card but nobody else except my sibling even said happy birthday, instead they celebrated my cousin’s birthday in full even allowing friends over. I’ve always been the least favorite as I’m more like my mother whom they all hated. Then from every single birthday up until I turned twelve it wasn’t acknowledged at all and on my 12th b-day I got only socks. I’ve hated my birthday since as even when it was celebrated it would be themed butterflies or unicorns in order to appeal to my younger sisters/stepsisters.
To add clarification, my b-day was still celebrated at my mothers and they’re divorced but my dad had never liked me much and always celebrated my siblings birthdays even after they turned 8 so it wasn’t an age thing which just added salt to the cut
I was in the dentist's chair having a root canal on the morning of my 30th birthday. That evening I waited for a phone call from my mother who, with my aunt, was on a trip to England that I was supposed to be on with them - my plane ticket and hotel costs would have been paid for by my mother as a 30th birthday gift. Instead of being with them, I was housesitting for my mother because I'd been told by my boss that two of the days in the middle of the trip I absolutely had to be in the office since two other co-workers were going to be out for (different parts of) the day and there couldn't be that many of our team gone at once for that block of time during the day.
On the up side (and I really do mean this), my mom and aunt had a fabulous time. My mom's favorite place in the world is England, and her favorite place there is Wells Cathedral, and she was able to spend a good deal of time wandering around Wells. She came home very, very happy, which made me very, very happy in turn. I'll get to England someday; I think it turned out for the best that the trip wound up being a sisters' trip after all. :)
This was from someone well meaning, but it was unfortunate. My 21st I was working away from home, totally alone as a holiday rep. I had plans to enjoy eating alone, going to the cinema alone and taking a nice early night alone and never mentioning my birthday because I don't drink and I don't like people. The afternoon of my birthday, the area manager turns up and tells me SURPRISE she's arranged for me to have a special day off for my birthday to go spend time with a group of reps I loathed in the middle of nowhere and attend a fireworks display. I am so scared of fireworks, I was involved in a fireworks accident where thankfully I was ok but my sister was burned and I had to pull her into a tree to keep her alive. So I'm stuck on a bus trip to a fireworks display where everyone will get drunk and ignore me. I got up and left at the first bus. She was giving me what she would have wanted, but it spoilt everything.
The tree thing .. they left a pile of fireworks too close to other fireworks and a bonfire. They all fired sideways instead of up and were coming into the crowd. I scrambled up a tree to get away, her feet caught on fire and I pulled her up the tree with me. Everyone at ground level was getting burned and/or trampled, it was horrible.
The day I was actually born to my bipolar narcissist antichrist mom
It wasn't totally awful, but I turned 16 during the pandemic. That's a birthday literally every teenager dreams about, and I had been planning it practically since I turned ten. I was so excited, and then COVID hit and all those daydreams went down the drain. I was able to have a few distant family members over, but the people that I really wanted to be there (my grandparents) were high risk so they couldn't come. It almost didn't feel like a birthday at all without them.
When I was 9, my parents took me to the site of Bloody Sunday (as in the u2 song). Mildly traumatizing
I got raped the day I turned 17
The weekend of my 16th birthday my mother and her bf took my younger sisters and I camping. We met up with a bunch of their friends also camping and they proceeded to party after a quick bit of bday cake for me. The adults had set up a table dedicated solely to booze and I was bored out of my mind. I drank a lot that afternoon. Eventually I staggered into our tent and passed out. A little while later I bolted upright knowing I was going to be sick. I managed to get out of the tent and head towards the bathrooms. Still drunk I strayed from the path and slammed into a huge decorative rock. I threw up over the side of it and passed out for a bit again. Somehow I Eventually made it back to our tent and fell asleep. I woke up the next morning to find I had broken several toes on the rock and that it had rained at some point, ruining my birthday cake.
Your mom sounds selfish. She didn't even notice you drank on top of having a birthday party with the birthday girl not really invited only for the cake.
I never (until I became an adult) had a good birthday. But one in particular I remember was my 11th birthday. My mom told me a few days before that they were going to have a birthday party for me. I was so excited, especially since I hadn't had one before. I wanted to invite a couple of my friends, but my mom said it was just to be family. So me, my mom, step dad (thankfully not anymore) and 2 brothers, 3yr & 12yr. Whatever, it was still something. When the day came, my mom made me a cake, bought supplies, which mostly consisted of chips and alcohol. Later on, people started showing up. They had invited some of their friends, 8 or so I think, and some brought their kids. I think 4 or 5 kids ages ranging for 1yr to 5yr. Bit of an age difference, not really who I would choose to hang out with. Not to mention that I only knew one of the kids who was incredibly annoying and temperamental and I disliked alot. Once every one was there, we sang happy birthday, I blew out the candles and opened presents. That didn't take long. I got some leggings and a lion kind shirt from my mom and ex-step-dad, a paper doll (don't know why) from one of their friends, and my brother gave me pogs and a slammer. Which was sweet and very thoughtful of my 12yr old brother. I was obsessed with pogs at the time. Anyway. My mom sad for us(kids) to take our cake into her bedroom, and put on a movie. She asked me and my brother to keep an eye on the kids for a bit, then she shut the door. They were getting drunk, laughing, having a merry old time, meanwhile I was struggling watching these (most of) misbehaving kids hyped up on sugar. They were bouncing off the walls. Screaming, hopping on the beds. The baby was crying, and went out to tell the parents and they just gave me their diaper bag. One ripped the paper doll I had just got, not that I was fond of it. One of the kids was purposely scratching a CD I just got from one of my older sisters the day prior. It was ruined! I grabbed it from him and he bugged out. Crying, lashing out, hitting me. My step-dad came in and asked what happened. I told him and just laughed and said I shouldn't have brought it with me,(I had been living with my dad for a few months). So basically, my mom and ex-step-dad wanted to have a get-together with a free babysitter, meaning me. So I took care of these kids for several hours so the adults could drink. It was really sh**ty.
Oh, this was when I was in my 20's, but my boyfriend at the time was bringing me to Philly for the weekend due my birthday. My mom loaned me $50. I thought she was kidding but she was not. I paid her back. It bothered me because the month before my mom bought her boyfriend a brand new lap top.
Your mom sucks!!!! I hope you don't do s**t for her birthday. I would have walked out with my brother and the one year old and let the kids f**k your mom's room up then told her off. ( I would never leave a one year old). As an adult I would not leave any kids. But my 11 year old self would have just walked off with those two.
#1 It wasn't on my birthday but my parents were preparing me into school and my father came back from work with my birth certificate in hand and a puzzled look on his face. Apparently they were celebrating me too early. I was born 6 days late. So by the time I celebrated my 6th bday, it was also the first time it was 6 days later.
#2 I'm the 5th child of 5. When the oldest turned 50, they made a big party, then the other one; by the third one my husband told the eldest (same age as him) that they better not forget me and they started to argue back and forth. Then I also went to my sister's even though we don't like each other. And I never had one. They actually wanted to do it 2 years later than my 50th but I said I wouldn't show up. Add to this that before #1 turned 50 I had a terrible accident and travelling 6-8 hours one way was not the easiest task to do. I was still in rehab and/or therapy when #2-#3-#4's turn came around. I was not a happy camper.
I have 5 kids. I could never do this to my kids. I love and cherish all of them equally.
2 days before my 9th birthday, I fell off my bike and there were scabs on my knee, elbow, and nose. The day after, I got stung by a bee. My mom ended up covering the scab on my nose with makeup.
2021. My ex commonlaw husband had just left and moved out after lying, cheating and ghosting me. I had to give up the condo we were renting (I miss that place so much to this day, but could have never afforded it on my own). It was the height of the pandemic and lockdown. I was unemployed due to the world shutting down. Everyone could barely even go outside let alone gather with other people. I literally spent the day/night in said condo wondering where and how I was going to move, with the cat, a bottle of wine, and lots and lots of tears. I never want to spend another birthday alone like that again. Ever.
my 9th birthday...my parents had left me not long before and my mom only came to see me for 3 hours, my dad had to work so I never saw him that day. (background info: my parents had a lot of drunk fights, my mom left then my dad moved in with his parents and he worked from home because of COVID. I would be home alone, at school, or at my grandparents. But all you should now right now is they are back together though they were never divorced.) sorry for the paragraph.
Uhg. No idea which was worst. You tell me!
Got spanked on my 9th for asking to ride the bike I'd been gifted (I guess my parents were in a hurry to go somewhere and were upset at the delay). Worst part, I didn't even want to ride it. I was only pretending to like it to be polite; it was pink and super girly, and I was clearly a tomboy/trans masculine, something my parents knew and were usually completely fine with but would keep getting me hyper feminine gifts for some weird reason. Like, not as a subliminal message sort of thing, they just weren't thinking about who I was as a person at all.
Got my 13th birthday canceled for being 5 minutes late coming in from playing outside a week before. Usually my parents didn't care, but sometimes they'd freak out. My mom insists they changed their minds and that we had a roller rink party that year. I never had a roller rink party, or even went to a roller rink, I have no idea what she's remembering. Though, knowing them, they might have thrown a roller rink party and forgotten to invite me.
My parents took me back to a city we'd moved away from to visit for my 16th, we were planning on dinner and an evening together, I had been staying elsewhere and hadn't seen them in 6 months. I was allowed to go meet some old friends earlier in the day and then my parents stood me up. Never showed for dinner, ignored calls and texts, I had nowhere to sleep that night, wandered around the city alone until one of my old friends texted. Wound up spending a few hours on her couch, didn't even get to talk to her because she was super drunk/high when I got there, but she did come on to me, and I was uncomfortable. I left early morning and was again wandering the city when my parents finally remembered to text me which hotel we were supposed to be at. I got there in time for us to leave. Their excuse was that they had gotten drunk and figured I'd be fine. They were not big drinkers usually. I pretended everything was fine but never stepped foot in their home again until I was an adult and felt they had no power to hurt me. (I was wrong but that's a different story)
21 and my friends stood me up, we had a ritual for 21st bdays where we'd go as a big group to this 24 hr diner we all frequented, the night before the birthday, then the 21 and ups would go to the bar side of the diner at midnight, then they'd go to the local gay bar (best dancing/music in town most nights, I was the only openly gay one in the group, but the others were hetero-flexible). The younger crew would chill at the diner, and the diner bar closed 30 mins later than the rest of the bars in town, so at the end of the night everyone would wind up together again. They knew about my birthday, had been talking it up all week, then none of them showed. I went through the whole thing by myself, some nice lezzies bought me drinks, and I tried to go home early. Found a passed out college bro in a bush after finding his ringing phone on the side walk. Answered it, got his address from his worried friends, carried him to a college bro sausage fest that was awful and had only one other woman there, who was obviously over it. She dragged me into the kitchen, locked the door (weird it had a lock but whatever) and threw herself at me. She was cute and so I went along with it at first, we were mid coitus when her boyfriend started banging on the door screaming how he was gonna kill whoever was in there with her. I had to climb out the window and run. Got home, and decided to find better friends.
Now I turn off my phone on my birthday, take myself out to eat to my regular haunts and order whatever I want for each meal, and bring books. I spend the day reading and only tell my baristas or servers that it's my birthday. I enjoy their excitement over it more than people I actually know , even though I have better family/friends now. My grandma's birthday is a few days before mine, so we often share a cake on her birthday if we're in the same place.
Also, my birthday is in December, and that city we were in on my 16th was in Canada. What a way to let your kid know you give absolutely no sh**s about them. 🙄😒 Though, in hindsight, they had two young children (3 and 5) they left with a sitter overnight for the first time and were probably glad for time to themselves. Sad thing, I would have happily stayed home and babysat, (something I did regularly for extended family and family friends), I adored my siblings and I would have been warm, dry, and safe. But they didn't want us to bond because I was "untrustworthy". A moniker I earned at age 11 for doing poorly in school due to crippling anxiety and bullying. Coincidentally also when they started having kids they liked better than me, which, I was so low on self esteem, I thought it was perfectly reasonable.
I was the 2nd child in a family of 5 children. I was close to my mother, she taught me to sew when I was growing up. My mother passed away when I was 22. We buried her on my 23rd birthday. I had my aunt's coming up to me and saying they realize saying happy birthday isn't right but they wanted me to know I was in their thoughts. Worst birthday of my life.
When my abusive ex threw my cake on the floor because his friend got it for me because my ex forgot it was my birthday and was p#ssed off his friend remembered
I went to Main Event, I was so sick I couldn’t even eat a bite of the ice cream!
Edit: I read the other posts and realized that this was the LEAST that could happen
My sister's wedding was 10 days after my 13th birthday. A couple of weeks before my birthday we were gathered for some wedding thing and my sister said "Wow you're birthday is going to be nothing this year because of my wedding!" I could tell she instantly regretted it. Has a birthday party with my favorite chocolate cake and buttercream coconut icing and my sister had the most beautiful wedding I ever saw.
My other sister got married in a catholic church. Pack a lunch, you'll be there a while.
The paste three years, because none of my friends even knew about when it was. I didn’t remember as well, which was bizarre. I was just like, ‘dang, I think we forgot, my birthday was last week and I didn’t remember too’ then they were like, ‘cool, so do you give out cake and presents? Oh, and since it’s already last week, presents from us won’t be necessary right?’
No because you forgot I get 2 presents new rules of being a sh#t friend and forgetting
My 30th birthday, 9/11/2001. Granted, it wasn't as bad as many people's day that day.
I was 6 and in 2nd grade. Mom planned a party for after school. President Kennedy was assassinated that morning. The party was canceled. I couldn't understand why someone would do that on my birthday.
This wasn’t my worst, sadly, but definitely the most impactful. I made a pact with myself that I wouldn’t go into my 23rd year addicted to drugs. I spent my 23rd birthday alone, in withdrawal from a slew of opioids. I didn’t stay clean, but didn’t go back to opioids. I ended up getting sober a little over a year later. Fast forward to now, I’ve been clean for almost 12 years. My birthday is a major holiday so I always get the day off. I have a fantastic little family who let me do whatever I want every year. I usually spend it sketching or crafting, my husband does 100% of the housework and parenting, it’s honestly fantastic. All in all, that 23rd birthday, while painful, set me on a course that led to the beautiful life I have.
Bad birthdays don’t have to set the tone for our lives.
13th birthday my parents were both in the hospital with my baby brother in the NICU, i had a flu and was babysitting my 3 other siblings
I’m gonna answer with worst Mother’s Day ever… I’d had a baby in March and landed in hospital during the week before Mother’s Day for 9 a post partum problem… I’d endure anything for my child of course. But my baby died 10 min after birth. So I was in hospital on Mother’s Day for a post partum problem for a baby I’d buddied a few weeks earlier…
2022. I got Covid (like really bad) and my dad got deployed. The life of a military kid.
However, besides that, I usually have pretty good bdays.
Leslie Jordan died on my freaking birthday on October 24th, he was my favourite celebrity and he was funny. I was not happy when I found out he died.
My worst birthday was when we went to Disney and I got LOST. It was the scariest thing ever. People were looking all over the place for me, only to find me just chilling BEHIND A TREE!!!Man, was I f*****g stupid then...
Emily from W.. Avenue turned 16 the day QE2 died. Everything shut. All family plans were cancelled.
She held a birthday party at her home a month later.
Girl who's diabetic thought she would get drunk for the first time. To offset the alcohol she overdosed on insulin.
My 16 yr old has been friends since they were 4 but they'd been in a school bullying situation . She of the overdose on insulin fully projectile vomited over my daughter whilst crazed paranoiac apologising for being alive. Everything got splattered. Girl spends three days in hospital. My girl hates vomit to the point of refusing to get on a bus if someone is sick. Everyone left. E mum stuck my girl in the shower. And we picked her up. Her distress was awful. It went down in school history. And then E tried again. But sincerely? From the mum's pov yes. It was the most boring night ever according to mine - everyone was at McD's by 9pm.
honeslty my birthdays usually dont suck butvwhen covid hit litteraly no one came and i fell down the stairs and the cake didnt even survive the car ride so i blew out candles on my 11 birthday on a mound of icing and bread
I understand why none came during COVID but that still awful! I'm glad they're usually better! My son is around your age and yeah, bdays were rough the last few years. I try to be extra with prezzies to make up for it. But the busted cake sounds like the worst part for you!
I didn't have a "sweet sixteen" party. I was living with extended family. My cousin got a big bash and everything for hers.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't big on being fussed over (I'm still not), but some acknowledgement would have been nice. I got nada.
That is horrible. Idk how people could treat extended family like that. If I had a 16 year old that wasn't even blood staying with me I would ask them what they wanted to do for their birthday. I mean it is nice that they are taking care of you but it's still selfish for not acknowledging you. That's abuse. That's the type of s*** that people gain depression over
My great grandpa dies the day I u turned 2. From what I've been told, the man was seriously stubborn, fun but stubborn. He broke his hip a month before, didn't do his physical therapy, so it didn't heal correctly, and died on my birthday. Even though I don't remember it since I was 2, but I have been constantly reminded of what had happened for the last 17 years. Yay, I love being reminded that my birthday is another death day in the family because there are other family members birthdays that also have been born on the days that relatives have died, which I think is 3 others, not sure.
It Was my 8th birthday, Washington lokking forward to it as usual, and only 2 of 24 iinvited came,quickly realitet Thatcher something Washington wrong. I Washington bullied a lot at schoool, red haier and a disabled litte Sister. But didn't think only 2 would Come as an 8y old
It was my 8th birthday, was looking forward to it as usual, and only 2 out of the 24 invited came, quickly realised something was wrong. I was bullied a lot at school - red hair and a disabled little sister. But me, as an 8 year old, didn't think only 2 people would come.
Spent my 17th birthday recovering from self h*rm cuts, depressed, anxiety, missing my friends, and reevaluating the shambles of my relationship with my mom (who'd called me a whore to my face). Can't say I'm looking forward to my 19th soon
I hope you find the kind of family who can support you properly as you venture into the adult world. Just remember you don't have to keep up relationships with toxic people. You can cut them off, or even just cut them off for a set amount of time to see how it feels, give yourself time to experience life without them dragging you down. Sounds like you turned 17 during the whole COVID thing, I hope you're able to reconnect or make new friends now that things are opening up. If you're financially dependent on toxic family you might consider an exit plan. There are way more resources out there for gaining independence than most parents/schools tell you about. Most countries have social services of some sort that have lists of resources like that. I self harmed in my teens as well, still have the scars twenty years later. But I can tell you that if you focus on taking control of your life now that your old enough to get away from problematic family, things can get so much better.
Born on Mardi Gras day. Mom waited hours for the on call doctor to sober up b4 C-section.
Eeesh. That reminds me of my sister being born. I was 13 and had got the bags and my 2 yo brother ready to go to the hospital, mom was in labor and nearly ready to push, but step dad refused to stop cleaning the kitchen and drive us. A cab was going to take too long, so the midwife drove us, even though she could have gotten sued or lost her license to practice for doing that, and we barely made it in time. My sister came out weak and blue, if we'd waited any longer, like even minutes, she might not have made it.
My Dad died 2 days after my 16th birthday. Has never felt the same since.
My worst Birthday was spent in ICU in a foreign country, with meningitis. I was supposed to be on holiday after a major operation and, well, my body had other ideas.
The second worst was when I had double pneumonia and they were filming major scenes for a British TV drama called Happy Valley, in the yard where I lived. Setting up all their gear and lights outside my bedroom window and shining them in. It was like living in a goldfish bowl, it was awful.
It was my tenth birthday. I was really sick with scarlet fever and back then they quarantined the whole family. So we were all stuck together: my mother stayed drunk, my brothers were imprisoned in their room. And my parents BLAMED me for their isolation.
I was young and stupid and thought work was important, so I didn't realize my boss was overstepping his bounds by telling me that I could have my birthday off, I just had to go in to work and do the daily paperwork.
This Boss would be fired a year later for fudging payroll to keep from having to pay OT, taking money from the store safe to fund his tattoos, and stealing gift cards that employees won from a contest without telling the employees they had won.
Hard day at work. Fella disinterested. Took littlies to do some mundane sock shopping because a retail park was as good as it was going to get, and bumped into friends. They call fella and say 'I think she's depressed'. Got home to a massive argument. Settled babies from said argument while he went off to night class, because 'You're childish'. I mean. Am I Hercules or the Oracle or what?
(on said birthday) I had a hard day at work, my boyfriend was disinterested. I took the little ones to do some mundane sock shopping because being in a retail park was as good as it was going to get, and bumped into some friends. They then called my boyfriend and said "I think your girlfriend is depressed". I arrived home to a massive argument. I settled the kids down from the argument, while my boyfriend went to his night class saying because "you're childish". [Then I'm not sure what OP means:] "I mean. Am I Hercules or the Oracle or what?"
On my fiftieth birthday, which I was had been dreading for months, I was traveling with family members and four dogs to South Carolina from south Texas. Instead of stopping at least somewhere I wanted to eat, maybe, my mom, sister, and brother-in-law decided to have gas station chicken and pizza. And boy was it awful—edible enough but not good. It was definitely a “special” birthday—it was just as “special” as turning 50. Ugh!
Pretty much my entire childhood until 17. My birthday's close enough to Christmas so my entire family (even the wealthier side) would collectively skimp on the presents. I'm also a twin so we had to share EVERY present regardless of what it was. 🤣 Decades later, our friends are doing the same nonsense (we didn't ask for presents but they would try to give their unwanted Christmas gift) so we just don't celebrate anymore. 😬
Ugh. I’m early February and that used to happen to me, too! My 16th I got a T Square and a chocolate cat! I’m a dog person! My brothers are in April and always got lavish gifts and parties because they’re one day apart.
It was my 24th birthday.
My boyfriend was supposed to meet me at our local club.
He hadn't come home the night before and I was a bit anxious, but I went to the club thinking he'd meet me there.
Yeah, he turned up all right. With another woman! I had received a phone call in the middle of the night a week or so earlier from a woman telling me that K didn't care about me at all because I was just a whore. (Back before mobile phones. He must've given her the number.)
I thought maybe she's some jealous slag and disregarded it. Now I knew it was no random.
I was heartbroken. How could he do this to me on my birthday.
I had one tiny victory. At the club when we bumped into each other I said to her "oh, you could've at least SHAVED" (she had a visible mustache).
Anyway, this was years ago.
My dog had cancer and needed to be put down. He was my best friend and I wouldnt take him in to a vet so we had a house call. I won't go into details but the whole thing was incredibly traumatizing and was not the peaceful departure we had hoped for or expected, in spite of the vets assurance to the contrary. And now I'm crying about it a year later... The side mirror on my truck was also smashed by some hooligan the following day while it was parked in front of my house. Oh and I had an exam in an upper division engineering course the next day as well. So that was fun. Frankly I don't have a great track record for birthdays and don't like to celebrate them.
I have 3 the first time was my 12th birthday celebration at a funeral home when my great grandfather past away the second was my 14th birthday spent a parents friend son's party didn't even tell them it was my birthday too also wasn't allowed to have the cake my mom made for me when we got home cause " you already had cake" the 3rd was my 40th my husband's dad past away and my husband had to call everyone and cancel my surprise party.
puked 7 times on a plane to Australia, parents sat in first class with me in economy, I was 8
I was 5 and it was my first birthday party with friends. Most of my kindergarten class was there and I was thrilled. Then I was made to wear a floor length dress (awful experience for a tomboy). Worst part was the balloon pop game. We had to pop the most balloons by sitting on them. For some reason this terrified 5 year old me, and when I refused, I was sent to my room for the rest of the party. My friends opened my presents and I was only allowed out to say goodbye to them. Then sent back to my room. I didn't have another birthday party until after I was 21.
Also got a speeding ticket on my 20th and 21st birthdays. I earned them both, but a bummer none the less.
my zeroth birthday because I was born and I am alive and I don't like it
I got the flu. It was a sleepover. I had to stay isolated in the other room feeling like absolute c**p hearing all the other kids having fun. Also, once I went out with this girl from work. I went to get on the subway with her and she told me she didn't have any money and only took cabs. Could I pay for her cab while I took the subway? She also spent the whole night telling me how she really wanted to make friends with this other girl. She knew it was my birthday.
Aw, that sucks! If my kid was sick on his bday and was having a sleepover I'd be like, sorry, these other kids got to go home, or shift to a different families house at least! No way would I make him lay there listening to them party without him! Also that work chick sounds like a character. Like... An actual character in a book, where you have someone who behaves so terribly it almost comedic, but also acts as a wake up call to the main character that they deserve so much better.
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My 25th BD. I was looking forward to my silver ( when your age matches the day ) birthday. My boyfriend of almost 4 months was going to meet me after work, take me to a very fancy restaurant and then dancing. I waited alone in the bar 7ntil almost 11 p.m. He never showed. The next day he showed up at work all full of excuses. I asked where was my card and gift and he said he threw them away because he figured I'd be angry and break up with him. LMAO BINGO!
I got the flu. It was a sleepover. I had to stay isolated in the other room feeling like absolute c**p hearing all the other kids having fun. Also, once I went out with this girl from work. I went to get on the subway with her and she told me she didn't have any money and only took cabs. Could I pay for her cab while I took the subway? She also spent the whole night telling me how she really wanted to make friends with this other girl. She knew it was my birthday.
Aw, that sucks! If my kid was sick on his bday and was having a sleepover I'd be like, sorry, these other kids got to go home, or shift to a different families house at least! No way would I make him lay there listening to them party without him! Also that work chick sounds like a character. Like... An actual character in a book, where you have someone who behaves so terribly it almost comedic, but also acts as a wake up call to the main character that they deserve so much better.
Load More Replies... My 25th BD. I was looking forward to my silver ( when your age matches the day ) birthday. My boyfriend of almost 4 months was going to meet me after work, take me to a very fancy restaurant and then dancing. I waited alone in the bar 7ntil almost 11 p.m. He never showed. The next day he showed up at work all full of excuses. I asked where was my card and gift and he said he threw them away because he figured I'd be angry and break up with him. LMAO BINGO!
