Not one of my birthdays aged thirty-one to thirty-five were particularly memorable, but thirty-six certainly was!
36th Birthday
It was eight months before when my marriage had ended, and I was two months into a relationship with Nathan, the covert narcissist I mention in my first post. During the ‘love bombing’ phase, Nathan talked endlessly about buying me a present. He had stress dreams about my gift saying he had bought me a present but sent it back because it wasn’t right. He talked about it a lot!
Now, on the day of my birthday, Nathan had already booked and pre-arranged a trip away with his children. We arranged to see each other on Saturday night, two days before my birthday (I recall him being very vague and non-committal then), and he also joined us on a family outing the following day. Again, I wasn’t sure if he would turn up.
We did have a nice time in the end and the day before my birthday (when we said goodbye), would have been the perfect time to give me the present he’d talked about so much. All I really wanted was a card, but while driving away, I found it odd that on the eve of my birthday, there was no gift or card from my boyfriend. I was hurt and confused.
Maybe he had forgotten, and he would drop it round later that evening. Nothing.
Too many tears
I woke up on my own on my thirty-sixth birthday but to a lovely text message – HAPPY 36TH BIRTHDAY with lots of balloons, cakes and party poppers. It must have taken him a while to type and design.
I cried.
I cried on my way to work.
I cried in the toilet at work.
I cried on the fire escape when someone was in the toilet.
I just felt crushingly disappointed. Now, owing to the love-bombing from dear Nathan and my co-dependency, I was utterly addicted to him. The gift to demonstrate how he felt about me never materialised on my special day. It was as if I was not able to get the fix of whatever it was I needed from him. And I needed confirmation of how he felt about me. And it wasn’t there on my birthday.
I cried for the duration of my family birthday dinner. When I got home, a bill from my divorce lawyer was waiting for me. To make things worse, I had been horribly ungrateful for my loving parents’ efforts. I ghosted Nathan. He’d text, he’d call and I ignored him all day.
Eventually, we did speak and I broke up with him. Sobbing for the rest of the evening and telling him we were incompatible. I wish I left our relationship there.
Oh no. The red flag ignored. After a twenty-four-hour communication break, Nathan came over the next day, and we made up. Having spoken to various friends, I believed I overreacted. Two months later, for his birthday, I took him for lunch, arranged VIP tickets to a popular TV show and sourced a rare piece of 70’s TV show memorabilia.
37th Birthday
My thirty-seventh birthday turned out to be another teary-eyed day. My son was sick in his bed that morning and then in mine. After washing the sheets, the day was spent at home worrying he’d caught a sickness bug. All plans subsequently cancelled. Neither did it help that two days earlier, I fell out with my mum after Nathan had been incredibly rude to her. The meal arranged for my family and Nathan’s family (keeping it simple, remember), was a disaster. Nathan was late, and my mum refused to come along as she was (quite rightly) angry.
I didn’t cry as much as I did the year before, so all things considered, would we say thirty-seven was a relative success?
38th Birthday
By the time I reached thirty-eight, well, I had learned my lesson, and this time I was going to get it right – a family holiday with Nathan and our children. We had a good day at the waterpark; Nathan tipped my rubber ring upside down on the lazy river, hurting my nose, but luckily there was no bleeding. Nathan’s eleven-year-old son insisted on holding his hand all day (I suspect Nathan arranged this knowing I liked holding hands). By setting the bar so low nothing could go wrong and I wouldn’t be in tears all day. And fortuitously, I didn’t have a broken nose.
39th Birthday
By thirty-nine, Nathan was no longer a feature in my life, by which time I really did manage to get birthdays just right. It turned out to be a lovely day together with my parents and son sitting on the beach and swimming in the sea. Absolute bliss.
8 thoughts on “Solo Milestone Birthdays – How I’ll Be Celebrating My 40th”
Just what I needed.. Thank you for sharing!
Thanks for this! I feel better about my upcoming birthday now.
Omg i just read this and it was like reading everything i have been feeling for months. My birthday is mid December and i hold a high management retail role and i just choose to let my birthday slide each year or accept that the not well thought out plans my lovely partner comes up with don’t have much thought. Its rare i get a gift from him and because it is xmas any birthday money my parents give me is spent on everyone else’s xmas gift. I have felt the same when getting my hopes up for a nice gift even though i am not materialistic, just wanting for one day my birthday felt it matters, and not receiving anything but a nice text and bawling my eyes out . Now i face not knowing what i should do for my 40th as with covid safe plans it is hard to know what to do, what will be fun and i just resign myself that in mid December everyone well have plans already and not make a fuss. Why then am i feeling if i don’t organise something this year, then i am going to cancel my birthday in future as it is easier than this stress!
I turn forty on 1st January 2022, and I am already stressing about what to do to make it a good day and something memorable in a good way. I don’t remember a birthday when I haven’t cried. People have had enough celebrations by then, they’re broke. It’s hard enough getting people to stay up till midnight news years Eve let alone a party or meal out on my birthday.
I’m glad your birthday went well. Mine won’t be so great. It’s on Sunday and I ha c e no friends to plan even a small get together or even have someone plan something for me. No family except for my sister,niece and my daughter. My sister is a drunk and my niece is turning out to be a brat hate to say it. My daughter will probably be working. So all alone again and it’s the one thing I dont want is to be alone. ? I really have hated my birthday for years now because of this.
Everything about this is my life story the last few years. You’re like my sister from another mister :). Thank you and I hope I can plan a 40th birthday as awesome as you’ve planned. Mine is September this year.
@Lisa, My birthday in on New years day, and next year will be my 40th (Which is approaching). In my last job, I was always hounded to chip in for other peoples birthdays, but when mine came, NOTHING. From the start on the 1st January 2023, I will be 40 years old, and I’m dreading it. I know that I will be on my own, and already It is breaking my heart. I see and hear of others who are turning 40, and they have wonderful events (I’m not angry about it), but when I feel that it is my turn, NOTHING happens. It’s like a typical day to me. I moved to Rome, Italy in July 2020, and it still hits me so much. These lockdowns and silly rules haven’t helped, but the new year approaching doesn’t fill me with confidence. I’m dreading it. I hope you are ok though.
My birthday is in four months. It’s March 2nd and I’m panicking. As I write this Im in tears because I just know its going to be horrible. I am grateful for life as I should be, but the loneliness is killing me slowly. For the past two years I’ve been celebrating myself; big villas with friends, food and drinks, but this year will be different. I realized after my 39th birthday everyone celebrated with their significant other. No one invited me to their celebration, it was exclusive with the one they love. This year I’m not throwing any shindigs for people to enjoy. I’m booking a ticket straight to the city of love. because you know what, no one will miss me either way. They’ll miss the liquor. I’m not even going to say a word to anyone…I’m just leaving. Who knows maybe a stranger will celebrate with me and it may be a sincere celebration. Sighs…this makes me so sad.
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