Do you know that feeling when you've been waiting for something and you're really looking forward to it? Like, imagine you've thought of nothing but Christmas or your birthday for days, and the day is finally here? And then your mom shows up and tells you "yeah, let's not do that today. Maybe in a few days. Or maybe we'll just leave it till next year." And there's no argument you can make that will make any difference because she's made up her mind and she KNOWS she's doing the right thing. Not only that but she manages to stick the knife in further by suggesting it's all your fault because you did something wrong. Yup, that's my mom in a nutshell and one of the reasons I've hated birthdays for decades. I just can't believe I still get dragged into it and that I still let it get to me. I must be a complete moron.