Most people including myself have birthdays. One day to celebrate. The only thing I have asked for as long as we have been married is to have a dinner with my wife, our son, and our dog and a chocolate lava cake with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

Thats fucking it. Thats all I want. I am a grown fucking man. If I want some material thing, I can just buy it myself. I can very little pleasure from things. So that's what I ask for. Every year. You know what? I got that once.

There is always a fucking excuse. We didn't have the right baking pans to make the cakes. Last minute problems getting the right mix.

really pisses me off. But what I am I going to do? Get mad because I didn't get a cake? It sounds so stupid. So I just say, not worries. It wasn't that important. I understand. Fuck that. I don't understand. How can a grown ass woman not bake a god damn cake when she has 364 days to prepare? How fucking hard is that? Whats even worse, is that my wife has birthday weeks. You read that right. Weeks. She gets a little special present or something every day for a week. Cupcakes today. Balloons or flowers tomorrow. Breakfast in bed another day. And on and on. And she mopes about the whole week worried that she's getting older, that her friends are calling her enough. You know what I did this year? I made her 3 special videos. Funny fucking videos. With hired actors. (not very expensive) but still I went through a shitload of trouble doing it. I showed her one a day for three days. I posted them on her FB page so all of her idiot friends could be reminded it was her birthday week and make her feel more special. She thought they were "cute". Fuck her. This is probably my pathology straight out of NMMNG. I think I try way too damn hard with her. I got to get a life. Birthday week. Never again.

How do I make her understand that I need a birthday celebration too?