SJP, I'm sorry your son didn't remember your birthday, and I know just how much you had hingeing on that. I've been in that situation - just wanting SO MUCH for them to think of me enough to simply send me a card. I've actually come to the conclusion that our adult children can sometimes be thoughtless and selfish. They love us - I have no reason to think that mine don't love me - but I think that sometimes I'm 'put up with' and not always afforded the respect that I deserve!
Today, I had a real telling-off from my son. As some of the other Gransnetters will remember, he'd had a recurrence of serious personal problems last year, which he'd overcome again. Since then, I've never been able to settle, terrified that it would all raise its ugly head again. I realise I'd got it all out of proportion, but couldn't help myself and I was really obsessing about it. The other day, I wasn't able to contact him. I was so frightened that it had all happened again and when I finally did contact him, he was quite abrupt. I spoke to him today, and told him how I was feeling. He was really quite angry, and said that at his age (40), he shouldn't have to be 'clocking-in' to show me he was ok. I realise I'm being very stupid, and not helping him in any way at all. I'm also not helping ME. Tomorrow morning when I wake up, I'm going to try so hard not to start worrying about it all over again. I will manage that, I'm sure.
SJP, try to be kind to yourself. Sometimes we don't think of what WE need. We do need our families to love and care for us, as we do them, but we do have a life as well. I'm going to try to pick up mine again, because I'm doing no-one any good, feeling like I do! (Sorry about the rather long post!) 