What happened on your most unhappy birthday?

My dad was in a really bad mood and overly negative. I didn’t want a party or anything anyway, but I didn’t want to be in a negative place and be around him when he was just complaining about everything.

I didn’t know at the time, but he had recently found out that he was diagnosed with prostate cancer and not only that, his former health insurance had hid the diagnosis from him for over 6 months while he was in pain and waiting for an answer. Probably because of his age and they thought they’d just wait him out and let him die. That very likely led to it metastasizing throughout his body and causing all sorts of problems and his eventual death. He tried suing the insurance company but no lawyer wanted to take them on because they’re massive.

Ah…sorry for the tangent.

Though the next few birthdays weren’t bad or good, just okay which is how I like it. I don’t want to celebrate it, but people acknowledging it feels nice.

So many fucking things. This was like 5ish years ago.

1. I was moving that day as my birthday is at the end of the month and was pissing rain. A friend of mine had said he was going to help me move and we had planned for weeks. Day of he said he didn't feel like it. Not that he didn't feel up to it, just he wasn't in the mood. I had to figure out something literally last second as the landlord was waiting for me to leave. I ended up having to pay an absurd amount of money to get a cab to move my stuff across the city in multiple trips, some stuff getting wet with me being forced to leave stuff outside during trips. Luckily nothing was stolen.
2. I get there and the keys haven't been left like the landlord said they'd be. Took 3 hours for them to show up. They refused to text me the wifi password (I was only renting a room). My phone died before they got there.
3. My computer monitor broke during the move. No use of the PC at all.
4. Phone won't stay on when charging for some reason so I decide to walk down the street. By this point it's around 8-9pm. I pick up some cheap garbage pizza, literally the walkout deal they had because I couldn't afford anything for my birthday anymore after the cab ride. As I'm walking home I trip and send the pizza box flying. Pizza lands facedown in a puddle.
5. I start walking home on the verge of tears. Start walking down the side residential street. Some dude walks up and pulls out a knife and asks for my wallet and phone. Say I don't have my phone, just a wallet and hold out the wallet. He takes it and just punches me in the face as hard as he could and he runs off. I end up on the ground for a few minutes trying to figure out my bearings. I get up to keep going home to call the cops as I was only a couple minutes away. I saw someone sitting on their porch watching. Didn't say a thing. Just watching.
6. I get home and see my bedroom door left open and unlocked. No phone. Only one other person was in the house and they were set to move out the next day. I started pounding on the door to give me my phone back and heard movement. I tried opening but it was locked so I kicked it open to see them trying to hide a bunch of shit that they took from my room. I punched them as hard as I could in the throat and then started gathering my shit before kicking them in the ribs, taking a pot of their weed and going into my room.
7. It was early in the days of legal weed in Canada and the Ontario Cannabis Store website was having issues with its weed. Chief of which was that a lot of their product was going stale or moldy, some with dead bugs in it. The pot of weed that I took from their room was of moldy weed and completely useless.
8. I didn't get a single lick of sleep because the one time I did start to fall asleep I woke up hearing my doorknob being rattled and said "I will gladly kill you." It stopped. They moved out the next morning, I locked the front door and put a chair under it and then passed out.

Bully was there, isolated me and made me an afterthought. Everyone practically forgot it was my birthday while enjoying the pizza, soda, and snacks.

Or when family just dragged me out to grocery shop with them for hours on end.

I literally can’t remember any of my birthdays lmao.

Not even the big ones. Ive done stuff, I’m sure. Nothing particularly bad.

I stood up to my then partner's abuse. He told me I had no power and he would make sure I was left with nothing if I ever left him.

I knew if I cried he would use it against me and try to convince me I was crazy and emotional. He would do that so I would know my place. So I held my tears and bit my tongue.

30+ people invited, 1 showed, mother's friend's kid. (I was ~6-8), parents didn't do birthday parties for me after that. Next birthday get together I had was @16 with 3 friends. I'm not an only child but it was just me in that situation.

I don't know yet. It's not until the 23rd.

Party was canceled because my grandpa died

Grandma died

My 16th birthday we were on a family vacation. I was upset that day cause I wanted to be with friends, my dad was pissed cause I was unhappy and didn't even tell me happy birthday. Sounds like not that big of a deal but to teen me it was devastating

These happened on different years but a really close friend died, one of my grandfathers died and my childhood dog died

My 5th birthday. I had mumps, but my mother had already organised a birthday party for me, so I lay upstairs, confined to bed, listening to a roomful of other kids having fun downstairs.

This was a very long time ago, before children were routinely given the mumps vaccine.

Damn, reading the comments here really puts things in perspective. I was gonna say something about getting a bunch of Rick and Morty stuff despite having no interest in Rick and Morty, but damn y'all

The 9/11 suicide attacks. I didn't know until a couple days later that a relative died during it.

Nothing

Not as bad as others thankfully but mine is: the world shut down due to a global pandemic.

Had a really bad flu, but was supposed to turn up to my first day of apprenticeship. Awkward enough to be introduced on your birthday, but I also looked and sounded like shit. Could also not relax in the evening, because my now ex had a broken collarbone and could not shower without help, so I had to drive to his flat. He had no one else to help him. Got no thanks for that.