For the fourth year in a row, my parents forgot my birthday. They go to Arizona this time, every year. And every year they forget. The last few years, Michelle has seen me getting upset and reminded them. This year, I told her not to, and got a group text from my dad about how great their lunch was and nothing else. I know so much better than to let it bother me, but every time it crushes me. I had a great 30th birthday yesterday (thanks to many, many forumites for the well wishes, by the way), but I still went to bed with a bad taste in my mouth because I was forgotten, again. I don't mean to sound ungrateful, I don't want gifts, I just want them to remember me.