Birthday Blues


They happen every year and you have come to dread the appearance of both your own birthdays and mine. You would much rather neither taken place if you are entirely honest. The day is spent treading on eggshells as you await the inevitable argument and dressing down that you will receive. The annual sense of disappointment will happen again and again and you hope somehow it will change, but it never does.

Let’s begin with my birthday. You dedicate time and money to making my birthday an enjoyable and memorable occasion. I dedicate a degree of energy to ensure that it is memorable, but for the wrong reasons. You plan something special to mark the occasion and go to considerable lengths to organise a surprise party or a trip out somewhere you believe I will like. You scour catalogues and the Internet trying to find that gift you hope will make me break out in a smile. Most normal people will be happy with half the effort you put into pleasing me on my birthday. Not me. The occasion may involve a grand day out and a spectacular gift but just as it did last year and the year before that, it will end in an argument and us lashing out at you.

On the face of it, one would imagine that just for once we would get throughout the day without causing some kind of drama. After all, the day is all about us. Exactly what we like and what we want. People wish us happy birthday, they send us cards, they give us presents and you run around lifting and carrying for us (even more than usual). The spotlight is firmly on us. We drink up all this fuel but still we want more. Every single second has to be about us. Do not expect us to thank you or anyone else who provides us with a gift. Remember, we are entitled to receive them. We may have received gifts of twenty people but you know that all we will harp on about is the person we did not get a gift from whom we expected to. That becomes the focus of our irritation. The brilliant and thoughtful gifts are left to one side as we rail against this one person who has not bought us something. It does not matter that they send a card, it does not matter that we did not send them a gift on their birthday (and never have done), and it does not matter that nobody else would expect this distant relative to send such a gift. We will raise it and repeat it and rant about it.

Woe betides you if you do not give to us the exact gift we expected. If you fail to do this we will comment and lash out at you. You cannot possibly love us since you did not give us the right gift. We conveniently ignore the fact that what you have brought us is still a wonderful gift and we actually do like it. That is not the point. It is not the gift we wanted and you will be subjected to our scathing remarks. If by sheer dint of exhaustive effort you manage, against all the odds, to work out what we want (don’t expect us to help you by explaining what we want, we expect you to know this through telepathy) and give us the right gift, do not expect smiles and thanks. We need to make a scene. Instead, we will remark,

“I see you finally got it right. It does not really make up for all the years you got it wrong does it?”

You can never win when it comes to providing us with gifts. We will always want to put you down no matter what you have done and irrespective of the effort and expense that you have gone to. We will always be unsatisfied and this will manifest in us giving you a dressing down in front of everyone at the party, or storming out of the venue at some sleight. Every year you will hear the same stinging accusation ringing in your ears,

“You’ve ruined my birthday. Again.”

When it comes to your birthday the position is just as bad. We will routinely pretend to forget about it. Do not be fooled by our repeated apparent memory lapses. We have minds that remember everything and our powers of recall are spectacular. We know your birthday is on the horizon and with most things with us it generates two reactions. On the one hand we resent the forthcoming anniversary because it is a day geared towards the individual, namely you. It is not about us and we cannot stand that. It is rare that you ever allow the spotlight to be shone on you (by now you are so used to having to point it at us, you give up on it ever being fixed on you) but you do hold out the futile notion that it might still be done on your birthday, of all days. We find this galling. This is a day that will be about you and thus where will we get our fuel? Its approach generates dread and horror inside of us.

Conversely, we relish your birthday because we know, despite every previous disappointment, you still hold out hope that this year it might just be different. You pray to your own personal god that please, just for one, the day can pass without incident and you can enjoy yourself. You are not particularly bothered about doing anything special, perhaps a meal out somewhere and the gift need not be expensive, just so long as it exhibits that some kind of thought has gone into it. Your thoughts are based on hope as opposed to expectation. It will not be different because we need to spoil it; we need to make you feel upset and demeaned. To achieve this there are various things that we will do on your birthday.

  1. We forget about it completely. If you mention at 6pm that evening that it is your birthday we will lash out at you by explaining how busy we have been at work or that there has been some other pressing matter which means that it has slipped our minds. We deliberately forget about it and we will not countenance you criticising our omission.
  2. We organise something lavish but we know it is not something you will actually like. As usual, you put a brave face on it and fix a rigid smile to your face. We know what you are really thinking because we know it is not something you like. In fact, it is more likely that we have organised something that we enjoy. We do this so that everyone else can see what a grand and delightful gesture we have made and we drink in his or her admiration. It also enables us to poke at you repeatedly suggesting that you don’t like it. We are goading you into making a tiny admission that it is not quite what you expected and then we erupt in self-indignant fury as we castigate you for being ungrateful after all the effort we have gone to.
  3. We buy some token gesture and point out that your 43rd birthday is not really something to celebrate is it? It is hardly a milestone. We then use this to remark on your advancing years and point out your various flaws.
  4. We organise a lovely birthday for you but spoil it by turning the spotlight back onto ourselves. We turn up late, we flirt with a guest or we manufacture some drama so that everyone is looking at us and not you. We complain at waiters when there is a family meal out, when there is not actual need to do so. We want to make a scene and wrench the spotlight back over to us.
  5. We remember your birthday and spend it doing what you want and we are pleasant to you until early evening when we deliberately pick a fight with you over absolutely nothing. The fuel we gain from this behaviour is all the sweeter as we have built you up, your guarded behaviour has melted away as we appear to have done everything that pleases you. We are waiting. We are waiting for you to feel good and happy and then we will cast you down so your emotional reaction is all the more heightened.

This behaviour is not just reserved for your birthday although we enjoy ruining your birthday the most. We do this with the birthdays of our children, friends and family. We hate it being about someone else and we hate seeing him or her being happy. In our world, nobody else is allowed a birthday and we believe that every day is our birthday and everyone should recognise that and act accordingly.

We know that you would rather your birthday be erased from the calendar. It is always a horrible day in one form or another and you would rather it not take place. We put a big red ring around it in the calendar in our mind and scribble next to the day the words, “ Special Fuel Day.”

19 thoughts on “Birthday Blues

  1. mspumblechook says:

    Last birthday my well educated millionaire narc gave me a plastic squirrel badge atop a broken metal disc(encased in a cartier gift box) with a sticky note saying: ‘this looks valuable to me? laughing emoji.’

    However! The best part being that when I became upset he declared I was ungrateful and humorless.

    Narc: It was a joke! Here we go, I have to put up with your ungrateful childish antics …..again.
    Me: why would you give me such a gift when you gave your watchmakers wife a silver photo frame and flowers for her birthday?
    Narc: Seriously? You are comparing yourself to another mans wife?! I always knew you had father issues. *rolls eyes

    I kid you not. That’s what happened. May I add that it has taken some eight attempts to go no contact and while he is currently quiet I fear that he may never actually leave.

  2. Nancy Sterner says:

    Exactly right. Even though he has been gone since October he managed to ruin our sons birthday in Dec n mine is in 2 days. I’m sure he is gearing up for it now waiting with bated breath to see just what he is going to pull! Married 35 yrs by the way n he had managed to ruin Judy about every one. Had gotten extremely worse with age

    1. Nancy Sterner says:

      Excuse the typo (just)

  3. NarcAngel says:

    Hey!!!! How come Angel got to say gold digger and whore in the same post and there was no controversy like when I used gold digger and slut? Im starting to believe its personal lol.

    1. Angel says:

      Lol 😂 you funny please don’t take it personally maybe it was an oversight? Peace.

  4. abrokenwing says:

    I learned not to expect anything to avoid disappointment.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      A sensible adjustment.

  5. Marilyn says:

    Strangely enough, I have absolutely no memory of any of the 3 or 4 birthdays while with him, nor of any gift. Don’t know why that is so. I do recall being castigated for getting his birthday gifts so wrong.

    And the horror of each christmas. Especially him stamping a gift he’d bought me to smithereens because I failed to give him the welcome he wanted when he returned at around 7a.m. from christmas eve spent elsewhere and in a totally inebriated state.

  6. Angel says:

    I will never forget last years birthday! The FB page I created for my ex narc was ripped off by his gold digging manager and ” friend “, then one week later on Valentine’s day his secret weapon was unleashed in the form of his Bavarian whore who was in the picture the whole time. Never go with someone “Born on Halloween”, trick or treat has a new meaning for me now.
    One year makes a big difference 😻

  7. 1jaded1 says:

    Happy Unbirthday

  8. MLA - Clarece says:

    Since Kim is in devalue mode, what can she expect for her birthday if it is coming up anytime soon?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Depends if it falls in a Respite Period or not. No it is some way off.

  9. Dragonfly says:

    He did exactly what you said – waited til the evening, picked a fight with me and ruined my birthday. All in an instant.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      It is inevitable Dragonfly.

  10. Overthinker says:

    My Birthday and Christmas (As a Love devotee there are reasons and memories) … Always saddened me .. I have a “just this once please moment” and always disappointed… x x

  11. Mary Evans says:

    …everyday can be a happy ⛽️ day to me.

  12. The meme alone made me burst out laughing.

    1. Susan says:

      It’s Hilarious! I crack up every time I see it.

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