I have gotten to hate mine because since we moved to Sweden, my MIL has spent every sumer all summer here. She has her b-day in July and always assumes that if I celebrate, it will be with her idea of a party and then I have to sit and pretend to enjoy HER favorite foods (or deliberately botched versions of mine) and pretend to like presents that she hadn't even given any thought to but expects me to be over enthused about. So it's been, no, thanks, I'm not celebrating this year, dear, you go ahead and have your birthday in July and we'll pay attention to you and hopefully that will fill your batteries until you leave. Sigh.
Silly lady.