So, another birthday has rolled past. DH got me a book he's been dying to read. He read it that night (before me). And he was so proud of himself for getting such an awesome gift, telling me he was so excited as he's been wanting this book for ages and was sure I'd love it (added that bit as an afterthought). There was no card.
So he got himself a great birthday present and truly thinks he excelled as a gift giver. He can be so clueless sometimes.
I know he means well, but I can't help feeling a teeny bit invisible. As it is every birthday. There was no cake either. And I made us all dinner as usual.
Am I alone in getting presents from my partner that are more about him than me?
I'm feeling really rather uncared for lately.