I had so much anxiety from the day- being screamed at, cut down, being told to get out of the house and stay out for hours, being called selfish, pathetic, insults... .
I didn't want one more thing being thrown back in my face. I laid the card out, then put it back in my bag, laid it out again when things felt calmer, then put it back in when things exploded again... .
I felt like a stupid child!
I wrote that I'm proud of her and the things she has been doing over the last year... going back to school etc. I told her that I'm grateful for her loving me. I wrote that although she may have a heavy heart, I sincerely wished her a happy birthday. It felt weird to write... .because I wrote it while she threw me out for the afternoon.
I'm now realizing that the card had more to do with me than with her and what the reaction would be for me... .
My SO is probably right. I'm not acting out of love... .only fear and self preservation. How does one not experience all of this as emotional trauma... .
I know this cycle well. Whether it be a holiday, significant event, or something to celebrate (a success), it will almost always end poorly. Even when it does go alright, I know the other shoe will drop shortly - usually the next day.
I don't know how many times I have heard: "this is the worst (x) I have ever had."
I have learned that I have to detach myself from the idea that whatever occasion it is will be fun or relaxing. If it is their day, let them have it whatever way they would like. I do my part, provide opportunity, gifts, activities, whatever. If my SO doesn't want to take advantage of that then there is nothing I can do. I have gone on to "enjoy" many holidays on my own... .it's hard but part of the acceptance.
I proposed to her on top of a mountain (the first place we ever hiked together) with her dream engagement ring, and... .it wasn't good enough.
I know I did a really good job! I cannot let her change that reality for me no matter how hard she wants to.