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I'm in a bit of a situation or maybe I'm just being a selfish materialistic girlfriend. My boyfriend and I have been dating for almost a year. The relationship has been the best I've ever had. He talks about marriage and moving in.

He's Korean. We celebrate 100, 200, and 300 days of dating. I'm not Korean. On our first 100 days of dating he completely shocked my pants off and bought me the bag I had been eyeballing for months. I'm not an overly excited person so he was a little worried I didn't like it. Eventually he believed that I was in love with the bag. (Because I was)

On the 200th and 300th day he DIDN'T get me a gift. I rationalized that it was reasonable. We had our first argument the day before the 200th and the 300th I said not to get me anything. I was expecting him to get me a Christmas gift. That wasn't too far away. In fact I even said that to him as well. Secretly though, I thought he still would. He didn't. He said, "You're going to have to wait. I didn't have time."

I leaving the day before Christmas so I thought the days before he might give me my present. He knew I had gotten him one. The night before I left he said he didn't know I wanted a gift. I didn't really know how to respond. I figured it was a given. It's not like he's never dated before. He said he use to buy his last girlfriend designer bags all the time. I know he works a lot. I know he has money. He spent $275 on a gift for MY grandmother's 80th birthday present.

I get home. No present for me.

Today is our one year anniversary. I am not expecting to get anything. I'm expecting nothing but dinner and netfilx. It makes me feel not important. I'm not worth anything to him but the fact that he can say he has a girlfriend. I'm depressed and don't feel like I want to go out for our anniversary. I'm not excited AT ALL.

Is not gifting normal?

Backstory-While I was away at college a semi feral cat had 2 kittens under the abandoned house next to mine. My mother fed them, and she brought her kittens over. My mother decided that when the kittens were weaned she was going to take them to the no kill shelter and spay the mom and let her stay outside. Until then, she put a barrier next the fence so the kittens couldn't get too close to the fence. But we all got attached, so we waited a few weeks. I came home for break, and I told my boyfriend we had to stop it before we got too attached. And we were going to take them this Friday to the shelter.

Christmas was amazing, I spent quality time with my boyfriend, ate good food, and was forutnate enough to get gifts. Everything was going great. And then the morning after Christmas my mom, sister, and I go to leave and I'm petting a gray kitten which I think is Ash. I'm fawning over her and call her by her name. But they say, that's not her, it's her brother (they look almost 100% identical) And I get worried, she's so friendly, what if children picked her up. I call her name and take a few steps to look for her. I was so worried. Then my mom tells me "she's dead, she died", and I tell them it's not funny to joke like that. But my mom insists, they found her in our back yard, she must have jumped over the barrier and gotten over the fence somehow. I got really attached in the short time I was home.

And I cried all day.

My boyfriend was supportive and helped me. But I feel like this is the worst way to end the year, and maybe this is a lesson. I was so happy with the presents, maybe I lost sight that in the end, there are more important things to worry about and people die everyday. I felt guilty in someway for her death, and I tried to see the lesson.

This was more of an opening up than anything, I've been getting really emotional lately, and I know a lot of it has to do with the birth control I'm on, but the emotions are still real and felt all the same.

And I really hate the dog now even though that's just her nature.