What is your "worst birthday" story?

In My Humble Opinion
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My 21st birthday was… memorable.

Two days before, I was with my family visiting my grandma in a nursing home, while she was recovering from a C. diff infection that nearly killed her. The nursing home gave us gloves and masks because they had a GI virus outbreak of their own… Had dinner with extended family that night.

The day before my birthday, it was a holiday so I was home with my family. We were all violently sick… the three bathrooms in the house were barely enough.

On my birthday, I was still puking throughout the night, but was better by the morning. Just in time for my appointment to get my wisdom teeth removed.

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I wanted to say that this story happened to a friend, but it was me.

I threw a surprise birthday party for my wife (now my ex-wife) it was a really nice party too with all of our friends hiding from her as she came home from work late one night.

Surprise, surprise, cake and party favors, rum and coke, (no drugs in those old Navy days) and after opening her presents and having one too many sips of rum, she off handed a real winner right in front of all of my friends says, “I never loved you”

Shocked? Yes in deed I was … politely let everyone out the front door with their looks of “sorry that happen”.

I left her alone in her drunken stupor and raced my Mustang over to a friends house who didn’t drink and had not been at the party. He and his wife comforted me with coffee and I went back home to a sleeping birthday wife.

The marriage lasted another six years for the children’s sake, but I will never forget that birthday party.

23

Probably the birthday weekend that I spent upgrading some horrible enterprise software by myself because management’s idea of sharing the load was “cwthree will upgrade the enterprise HR package and the other administrator will upgrade the enterprise financial software next year.”

CwPartner did make me a nice cake, though.

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That would be my 40th. I felt like I was coming down with something, but drove 40 miles to get snow tires on my car anyway. While driving home, got a kidney stone attack. So I spent the next couple of days fighting off the flu and a kidney stone at the same time.

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When I was around 10, I spent my birthday in a motel room in Sparks, NV. (“Reno’s armpit.”)

I got a silver dollar as a birthday present. And this was when they were still in common circulation, esp. in NV, and worth exactly … $1.

No other presents, no cake, etc. Of course I never got a BD party at all as a kid.

And yet that wasn’t the worse. A few years back. That one … just isn’t something I want to post about.

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December 25th B-day here. I couldn’t have the special B-day breakfast of French toast because “it would spoil your appetite for Christmas Dinner.” My “cake” had red and green decorations with “Happy Christmas To All” on it. And all my presents came wrapped in Xmas paper.

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:(My 30th birthday. Home alone with the toddler and the dog. My then-husband and my stepsons were off at Disney - which was fine. I don’t care for amusement parks. Turns out that my then-husband’s girlfriend was with them - not so cool. No cards, no cake, not even a phone call from my own mother. I had myself a giant pity party.

But I can’t feel too bad about all of that. At least I was an adult at the time. Beginning in 2012, Girl 2.0’s birthday was rather overshadowed for 3 straight years due to medical stuff. (Husband had a bad wreck the day before her birthday in 2012 - slumber party cancelled on my way to the trauma center. Finally “celebrated” with a birthday lunch at Denny’s two days later. Flu for the whole family in 2013. Surgery for my husband in 2014. Finally managed a fun weekend for the girls last year, but it was nearly cancelled because my grandmother had a major medical crisis.) And years before that series of crummy birthdays, we buried my father on my brother’s tenth birthday.

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First of all, I have lurked on this board for years. Probably decades. I read Cecil’s books before there was a Board. Or much of an Internet. Alot of threads have tempted me out of my lurkdom, and truth be told, I do harbor secret fears I’m not actually smart enough to hang here…I am not even really sure why I decided this was the thread to draw me out, but here goes…I’ll get on with my crappiest birthday story.

It was a few years ago, on my 49th. But what led up to it began a few years before that. My husband and I got married as teenagers, and no, nothing shotgun about it. No babies came along until our early 30s. We were solid for alot years. And then our early & mid-40s hit. He began to have escalating depression, and to make a long story very short, we decided to explore an open relationship. I realize now that what was really going on was that he was treating his depression with sex, but hey, for a while it actually worked! He had 2-3 lovers (not all at once, one at a time for a few months each), I didn’t have any, but for me, it was enough just to know I could if I wanted to, you know? It actually did seem to improve our own sex life for a time. No complications or entanglements at all. We had set down rules, and he never violated them…UNTIL

This one particular chicka-da-doo-dah came along, and all of a sudden he threw the rule book out the window. I’ll gladly elaborate on all that in another thread on the subject of polyamory, but since this is a worst birthday thread, I’ll work hard to keep on track. So, we go through all kinds of changes due to this, and finally, I am under the impression that, yes, this is bad, very very bad, and our relationship will never be the same again, but we are NOT going to throw away 30 years together and we are going to pick up the pieces and see how we can make a new relationship. So he makes reservations at a really nice restaurant ON MY BIRTHDAY and we get dressed up, me thinking we are going to have this nice, quiet, healing conversation and reconnect and begin to find our way back…and he proceeds to tell me he doesn’t love me anymore, wants a divorce and is moving in with chicka-da-doo-dah (who is much younger than us by the way).

Needless to say, I melted down right there in the restaurant. I wouldn’t say I made a scene…exactly. But people around knew something was going down when I chucked my glass of wine in his face and demanded to be taken home. Pronto.

Worst birthday ever. But no worries, it’s all good now and life is fine as frog’s hair.

I still just wish he hadn’t done it ON MY BIRTHDAY.

My 50th was much better!

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It was my 7th birthday, May 18th, 1965, in the house I grew up in on Winston Street. My mom’s dad, grandpa Calvert, gave me my first dog, I named him Booger. Booger got sick, I think it was worms, and crapped all over my school clothes that I was going to wear to school at Elmwood Elementary. My favorite teacher, Miss Hamilton, made me miss recess because I smelt funny.

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Myself; most as a kid. My brother and I were born on the same day 11 years apart (he is the older and Chosen Son). Leftover clothes and all are one thing but leftover birthday cake? I got basically what his friends left to share with my friends.

My wife; her brother committed suicide on her 35th birthday.

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So that explains your user name :smiley:

My birthday is within a week of Christmas. Not as bad, but I still got the old, “This is for Christmas AND your birthday” when I got my Christmas presents as a child. My ex’s boy’s b-day was much closer to Christmas yet, and I made sure that we never did that sort of thing to him.

32

Got fired from a (pretty good) job on my birthday. Which also happened to be one week before my wedding.

33

My mom died on my 30th birthday.

(and her father had died on that same day many years earlier)
mmm

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I’d just started a new job and I was sick. Speaking was agony, but I was embarrassed to be off ill so early into a new job so I dragged myself into the office, after removing the tree that had fallen across the driveway in the storms we’d been having.

The same storms had affected our customers and most of my training that day was spent listening to my coworkers taking call after call, organising repair crews. There wasn’t anything I could do but sit, listen and learn, but it was tiring, especially being ill .

Part way into my shift, MIL phoned me on my mobile phone; I rejected the call so she phoned again, left me a voicemail and sent me a text, all telling me that she wanted to come over that afternoon to wish me a happy birthday. I replied and said I didn’t feel up to visitors (sick) and could we catch up later in the week. She said that didn’t suit her because she was going shopping, and really this afternoon was the only time she had free. I told her we’d catch up at some other point and not to worry if it wasn’t that week.

I drove home in torrential rain to find another tree down across part of the driveway and the power out. I was greeted with the news that MIL had phoned to ask if it was alright to come over and wish me a happy birthday so she’d be there in… oh! Here she is now! I suffered through a visit making chit chat with no voice, bone tired from the frantic shift and training, and then had to organise dinner with no electricity - so no stovetop, no oven, no microwave. I couldn’t even make a cup of tea.

It was just such a deeply unpleasant day.

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I’m gonna go with “The Next One”.

My brother’s birthday is just a couple days before Christmas, and I remember he got perpetually hosed out of any meaningful celebration.

Welcome Aboard! What took you so long?

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[QUOTE=Gatopescado;Welcome Aboard! What took you so long?[/QUOTE]

I didn’t think (& am still not sure) my tongue was quite as silver as it should be, nor my wit as sparkle-ish, but I appreciate the welcome!

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My birthday is in late January, often the coldest, darkest, snowiest, most miserable time of the year. Had numerous birthday parties with low attendance as a kid because of bad weather and unplowed streets. In high school, we always had exams around that time. In college, everyone had just gotten back for spring semester, paid tuition and books, and then everyone was broke.

This year, my birthday fell on a Saturday and the weather wasn’t bad for a Chicago January. So, naturally I woke up with bronchitis, which lingered throughout most of the winter and I fractured my ribs from coughing so hard.

At least, my birthday does fall close to the MLK holiday so I have had a few 3 day weekends.

38

Dang, mine too. Er, on my birthday, not yours.

To be fair, I’d say it was worse for my Dad than for me.

39

I have what’s probably the second-worst birthday date (after Christmas) - Valentine’s Day. What’s so bad about that? I spent quite a few birthdays in restaurant waiting areas for two hours because we had to go out to a restaurant that didn’t take reservations.

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It wasn’t necessarily a terrible day in that something happened. It was more the complete lack of anyone acknowledging it that made my 18th just like any other day. I had broken up with my boyfriend about a month prior and was distancing myself from most of my friends in order to stop making bad choices. My father had moved to Montreal without telling me the week before. I found out by going to his work and asking for him. He ignored my birthday and I didn’t see him again for a number of years. I spent the night alone smoking pot and planning my upcoming move/escape from Toronto to the USA. That was many moons ago.