Happy birthday?

Every year, in the first few weeks of June, my husband will repeatedly make a very big point to mention that he doesn't want anything for his birthday later in the month.

No party, no special dinner, no presents, no cake... Nothing.

Then, after its come and gone (and he got presents/cake/dinner), he bitches about how he didn't get a big party. How I must not want him to have fun cause I didn't go behind his back and invite like 50 people to get drunk in our yard.

Fast forward to today. It's my birthday. I'm sitting alone downstairs with the baby. Where is he? Outside, drinking with a bunch of friends.

"Its my weekend. Plus, you didn't do anything special or call my friends over on my birthday, so why should I for yours?"

And, at the risk of sounding materialistic, the present I got was under $15. Where his was over $100... And that's a lot of money when you're on maternity leave. Even his own mother dropped more money.

I shouldn't be upset, but that just seems so petty. "If I don't read between the lines and plan me a big rager of a party, then I'm not doing crap for you."