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I haven't been excited for my birthday since I was about 17. I'm turning 22 in less than a week.

I've grown to hate my birthdays... and I feel I'm being selfish for my reasons.

-My 16th birthday onwards has only been men - my brothers, my dad and my grandpa, and boyfriend if I had one at the time.

-Every year, my family didn't know what to get me. So they would get me things like, an ice cream machine, bread machine, tyre inflator, and spoons (For Christmas too)

-Nobody but me can bake. If I wanted a cake I had to make it myself. Spoils the surprise if you bake, decorate and bring to the table your own cake.

-This year, my brother has discovered he's gluten free. My other brothers don't live here. And my dad and Grandpa are diabetic. So there's no point making myself a cake that only I can eat.

-Even today, my whole family have asked when I want as a present. All I said was 'please don't get me anything large to store' (my bedroom literally has room for a small dresser, chest of draws, a bed, and 1 chair. I don't even have room for a wardrobe. My room is about 6-7 strides long and 3 across.)

-Two of my four brothers ignore my birthday entirely. I'm lucky to get a text a week afterwards. Whereas I am the sort to remember everyone's birthday and always make an effort

Do I have a right to resent my birthday? I'm more excited for my partners birthday the day before, every year I feel miserable about my own. I feel bad because my family do make an effort but I wish sometimes they wouldn't. But if they didn't I'd feel awful too.