Birthdays happen for each and every one of us every single year, and most of us have had at least one sh*tty birthday experience — the kind that haunts us every year thereafter.
Here’s mine: On my 27th birthday, my boyfriend of six months broke up with me after spending the whole evening with me. The fact that he didn’t get me a gift should have been a red flag that something awful was brewing.
Seven years later, I can now laugh at this story.
Unfortunately, most of the terrible birthday stories revealed in a Reddit thread aren’t so easy to get over.