Cehrabehra
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I have a slight case of pre birthday blues... I am not happy with my situation and yet feel very uncomfortable to do anything about it.
My husband whom I love dearly is NOT good at planning anything at all - the one thing I would like more than anything else is to NOT have to plan anything. I *hatehatehate* putting myself in the center of attention. I don''t mind BEING there but I cannot bring myself to PUT myself there - even for my 40th birthday.
To complicate it, I''m in China and I don''t know a lot of people here and those I do I can''t really call good friends. Even the three women I''m closest to it feels awkward to invite them to celebrate "me". I don''t mind when other people throw themselves parties, in fact I admire them for it - but there''s this strange divide between what I like in others and what I can do for myself (example: at christmas my favorite houses are the most obnoxious bright buzy tacky ones, but I cannot bring myself to do more than a single outlining strand of white lights... another example: I love flowy hippy clothes but I will not wear them).
I''ve digressed... so here I am, about to turn 40, with none of my friends nearby, and a few acquaintances that I feel uncomfortable inviting to anything. And yet it almost brings me to tears to accept YET ANOTHER BIRTHDAY where I fail to celebrate. I know it''s not the same when you get older, but shouldn''t turning 30 or 40 or 50 be acknowledged?
For my 30th birthday I asked my husband for a surprise party. Not that it would be a real surprise but I didn''t want to know any details or take part in the planning. We had a good friend at the time who was always the caretaker of holidays and I told him all he had to do was tell her he wanted to do this and she''d take over. We were in the same circle and she loved doing stuff like that. Well my birthday came... and went... apparently he took it as a rejectable suggestion and failed to even mention to me that he didn''t do it so I kept waiting for something... and got nothing. I don''t remember ANYthing about turning 30 other than being disappointed (though now it has become a source of laughter at how big a dork my husband is).
Last year, turning 39, I took matters into my own hands and started to plan a long weekend with just my daughter and I in Barcelona. My husband got wind of this and decided we should just take 10 days and go to Italy. I was fine with that. I woke up on my birthday in Milan and we drove to Pisa and spent a really wonderful full first day of Italy on my birthday. But something wasn''t right and I kept it bottled up inside and finally after watching this amazing annual candelight vigil through the streets of pisa, at about 10:30pm, I let loose trying to stay calm and ended up screaming at my entire family that not ONE of them had acknowledged it was my birthday. The entire day passed. Did he apologize? No... senior logico said, "I took you to ITALY - wasn''t that enough?" dumbutt.
I didn''t get mother''s day last year because we were in Ireland and they have it in March and I asked only for a card that said "happy birthday mum" but I didn''t get that... so we decided to have it in May as per american tradition but there was no mother''s day going on, no cards to be found (as it was two months prior there), and I don''t remember anything going on... this year half way through the day I said, "You should call your mother - it''s mother''s day" that was the first he even knew about it and the kids have not learned to value any of this through him.
Every year I make him a from scratch german chocolate cake, which if you''ve ever made one, is a more difficult cake to make. I made one in Ireland, even here in China where it is more difficult! I make sure I take care of him and he appreciates it. It isn''t that he''s thoughtless, it''s that he lacks thought (if that makes sense).
So now he''s desperately trying to do something for my birthday and from what I can tell it is going to involve a lot of the chinese people he works with that I''ve never met. He asked me for a list of people to invite but I don''t want to invite anyone. Not because I don''t want anyone there, but because I don''t feel comfortable being that egocentric to hand a list of people I think might want to come but probably have other things to do by the time they hear from him - he''s planning the party for 1 week from today with his father arriving tomorrow and he probably won''t have time to send out invites until half way through this week. I already feel crappy about it - why would I want to invite anyone and face rejection? What I want for my birthday is to feel loved and not vulnerable and I don''t want to have to ask for that. It seems like such a small request and yet I know I''m being absolutely irrational about all of this.
Ironically before last year I was always the kind of person, "my birthday is in a month!" "My birthday is in 20 days!" "my birthday is in 2 weeks" "my birthday is in 10 days!" etc. No one ever had to wonder when it was... I would warn dh in advance of mother''s day and tell him what I wanted... but something happened last year and I changed and now I''m stuck in this dysfunctional cycle of feeling like I need to be proven to or something. Ironically again - I am actually really happy in life right now, happy with him, happy in general, less depressed now than I have been in years... except on this subject. On this subject I am
So thank you for coming to my Pity Party, glad you could make it
What''s turning 40 without a few tears? ::sigh::
My husband whom I love dearly is NOT good at planning anything at all - the one thing I would like more than anything else is to NOT have to plan anything. I *hatehatehate* putting myself in the center of attention. I don''t mind BEING there but I cannot bring myself to PUT myself there - even for my 40th birthday.
To complicate it, I''m in China and I don''t know a lot of people here and those I do I can''t really call good friends. Even the three women I''m closest to it feels awkward to invite them to celebrate "me". I don''t mind when other people throw themselves parties, in fact I admire them for it - but there''s this strange divide between what I like in others and what I can do for myself (example: at christmas my favorite houses are the most obnoxious bright buzy tacky ones, but I cannot bring myself to do more than a single outlining strand of white lights... another example: I love flowy hippy clothes but I will not wear them).
I''ve digressed... so here I am, about to turn 40, with none of my friends nearby, and a few acquaintances that I feel uncomfortable inviting to anything. And yet it almost brings me to tears to accept YET ANOTHER BIRTHDAY where I fail to celebrate. I know it''s not the same when you get older, but shouldn''t turning 30 or 40 or 50 be acknowledged?
For my 30th birthday I asked my husband for a surprise party. Not that it would be a real surprise but I didn''t want to know any details or take part in the planning. We had a good friend at the time who was always the caretaker of holidays and I told him all he had to do was tell her he wanted to do this and she''d take over. We were in the same circle and she loved doing stuff like that. Well my birthday came... and went... apparently he took it as a rejectable suggestion and failed to even mention to me that he didn''t do it so I kept waiting for something... and got nothing. I don''t remember ANYthing about turning 30 other than being disappointed (though now it has become a source of laughter at how big a dork my husband is).
Last year, turning 39, I took matters into my own hands and started to plan a long weekend with just my daughter and I in Barcelona. My husband got wind of this and decided we should just take 10 days and go to Italy. I was fine with that. I woke up on my birthday in Milan and we drove to Pisa and spent a really wonderful full first day of Italy on my birthday. But something wasn''t right and I kept it bottled up inside and finally after watching this amazing annual candelight vigil through the streets of pisa, at about 10:30pm, I let loose trying to stay calm and ended up screaming at my entire family that not ONE of them had acknowledged it was my birthday. The entire day passed. Did he apologize? No... senior logico said, "I took you to ITALY - wasn''t that enough?" dumbutt.
I didn''t get mother''s day last year because we were in Ireland and they have it in March and I asked only for a card that said "happy birthday mum" but I didn''t get that... so we decided to have it in May as per american tradition but there was no mother''s day going on, no cards to be found (as it was two months prior there), and I don''t remember anything going on... this year half way through the day I said, "You should call your mother - it''s mother''s day" that was the first he even knew about it and the kids have not learned to value any of this through him.
Every year I make him a from scratch german chocolate cake, which if you''ve ever made one, is a more difficult cake to make. I made one in Ireland, even here in China where it is more difficult! I make sure I take care of him and he appreciates it. It isn''t that he''s thoughtless, it''s that he lacks thought (if that makes sense).
So now he''s desperately trying to do something for my birthday and from what I can tell it is going to involve a lot of the chinese people he works with that I''ve never met. He asked me for a list of people to invite but I don''t want to invite anyone. Not because I don''t want anyone there, but because I don''t feel comfortable being that egocentric to hand a list of people I think might want to come but probably have other things to do by the time they hear from him - he''s planning the party for 1 week from today with his father arriving tomorrow and he probably won''t have time to send out invites until half way through this week. I already feel crappy about it - why would I want to invite anyone and face rejection? What I want for my birthday is to feel loved and not vulnerable and I don''t want to have to ask for that. It seems like such a small request and yet I know I''m being absolutely irrational about all of this.
Ironically before last year I was always the kind of person, "my birthday is in a month!" "My birthday is in 20 days!" "my birthday is in 2 weeks" "my birthday is in 10 days!" etc. No one ever had to wonder when it was... I would warn dh in advance of mother''s day and tell him what I wanted... but something happened last year and I changed and now I''m stuck in this dysfunctional cycle of feeling like I need to be proven to or something. Ironically again - I am actually really happy in life right now, happy with him, happy in general, less depressed now than I have been in years... except on this subject. On this subject I am

So thank you for coming to my Pity Party, glad you could make it