What is going on, everyone, and welcome back to the channel. I hope you're all doing well.

Today, I'm back on R slash True Off My Chest. If you're a fan of real honesty and deepest, darkest

secrets, then this is the episode for you. True Off My Chest has definitely become one of my favorite

subreddits over the past year or so, because get the real often anonymous truth things that normal

people are not willing to tell their friends family anything but they are willing to say

anonymously to us on the internet in this one i've got five different posts all quite varied

starting with this admission.

I am no longer going to be celebrating my husband's birthday.

I've been with him for 10 years, 10 birthdays.

The first birthday spent together, he suffered a huge loss.

I comforted him and supported him through it it and I still tried to make him feel special

and celebrated. Over time, I learned his birthdays growing up weren't great. He was one of five kids.

He hadn't had a party since kindergarten and as a teen, he was often made to babysit his younger

siblings while his parents worked or went out. Yeah, he has resentment

issues. Yes, he needs to talk to a therapist. Yes, I've recommended that to him many times in

the last decade. That said, after that first year, I decided I can save his birthdays. And I have gone

above and beyond within my means to make each of his

birthdays special. But every single one has been a self-fulfilling prophecy of doom. Nothing I do is

correct. Nothing I do is enough. Yet I know if I didn't try, he'd be horribly hurt. This year,

I decided this was it. He's starting the next decade on a positive

note come heck or high water. So I, along with his mum, threw him a surprise 40th birthday party.

I also surprised him with concert tickets he was very excited for. Did he enjoy his party? Nope.

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