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Input: Okay, so it's my birthday today. I turned 26, I've been over the birthday rush for years now, and I'm pretty simple. If my wife wants to make it special, I just want to be able to do whatever I want within reason, maybe go to a restaurant I want to try or just hang around the house and have a few drinks at night. Time with her and the kid is really all I care about, it doesn't really matter if I receive gifts or anything like that. This last Christmas though, she got me these tickets to a beer tasting at a former job, pretty high end event I guess. It was a pretty cool gift, but it's not something I was like dying to go to. Fancy things like that just aren't really up my alley, but the idea of going and tasting a bunch of different beers didn't necessarily hit me the wrong way, I just couldn't shake the feeling that she was way more excited for it than I was. It kinda felt like something that she wanted to do, but it was my Christmas present.

Oh well, I still was cool with going and trying to have fun, and we totally did. I didn't really like any of the beers except for 1 and I ended up sampling it a bunch of times rather than tasting some of the other crazy shit they had there. (everything was aged in liquor barrels so tasted like whiskey, tequila, etc... a strong yuck for me.)

So my wife let me sleep in today, good start, I got up and had some coffee, lounged around for a bit, then she told me to shave and get ready because she had a surprise for me. Already she's displaying signs of her thinking of herself, as I don't really care to be shaven for a night out or anything, that is solely for her own liking. It was a small thing though and she does it all the time so whatever, moving on.

We head out to drop my daughter off at my parents' and she starts driving to our destination after we stop for some coffee. We pull into a plaza and she's looking around for the place, then she starts nodding her head when she sees it. I look up and it's a pottery place, a "paint your own" pottery place. I am an artsy person....for music. I don't draw, I don't paint, I've never been good at it, I've never really liked it. She starts saying things like "this is my surprise so you'd better like it" and "we can both pick something out and we can paint each other's item". At this point I'm just trying to fight the "please don't make me do this" thoughts and suck it up. I start walking around the store, looking at the different pieces of pottery they have...coffee cups, mugs, salt and pepper shakers, figurines. I just couldn't. I really didn't want to tell my wife, I'm clenching my coffee cup in both hands because I know I don't want to do this for the next couple hours, and I don't have the slightest idea how to tell her.

So finally she gets the hint that I'm not over-excited like she is and asks me what's wrong. I say, "Babe, I love you so much. I feel like this is something we would be doing for your birthday..." which in all fairness is 100% true. This just felt like something she wanted to do. Maybe she really did think that I would enjoy something like that, but I'm literally looking around the store and it's nothing but women and kids and the one guy that was in there with us was there with his own wife and kid and they were clearly there for their child.

She gets kinda somber and we walk out of the store towards the car. Cue the tears. She starts bawling, extremely upset that I didn't want to do it. I just don't even know what I'm supposed to say to her. Slowly over the years it feels like my birthday is just her second birthday and that it's all about her. She just kept saying "that really hurt my feelings" and "I was so excited for this but I guess you just don't want to do it" all really teary and angrily.

I honestly feel so fucking horrible that I made her upset, I hate to see her cry, it breaks my heart so much. At the same time, I feel super disrespected and like my special day was never supposed to be special for me.

We had made plans to go out to a fancy pizza joint I've wanted to try for a while, but I really just didn't even want to go anywhere if she's just gonna be upset all night, so we went home so our daughter could nap. She said she's gonna run out to get some alcohol and to get me something, so now I'm just sitting in our bedroom alone in the dark typing this.  I feel like my day is completely ruined and I'm officially turned off to celebrating my birthday as an adult in the future. I requested this day off from work, but I don't think I'm gonna request my birthday off anymore. I really just want it to be tomorrow already.

AITA?

turning down my wife's birthday surprise