It wasn't a mean person, it was my mom, but I was really mad at her.

A few years back, I had my first birthday party in around fifteen years. I don't generally celebrate my birthday, but this year I did, and we had a small party - mom, my partner at the time, my brother and SIL, my niece, my nephew, and my nephew’s ex girlfriend Olivia. And Olivia, who's as handy with baking and crafts as she is sweet, made me a plate of twelve beautifully decorated birthday cupcakes for a present. You know the kind, swirly icing and sugar roses, the kind you buy in posh bakeries for like five bucks apiece. She must have spent hours on them, and I was so touched. Nobody had ever made me cupcakes before.

So I rushed around for the whole party, cooking and making sure everyone was well-looked-after, and I didn't get a chance to eat any of my cupcakes, so I put them in the kitchen to store later. I fell into bed, exhausted, and when I woke up in the morning I immediately thought of cake.

I went downstairs. No cupcakes.

“Mom, where are the cupcakes Olivia gave me as a present?”

She wouldn't even look at me. She won't, when she's feeling guilty about something. Eventually she admitted that she sent six home with my brother and ate the other six in the night. She didn't even leave one. I didn't get one cupcake. And Olivia had been very clear that they were a present, not her contribution to party food. She put them in a pretty box with a ribbon and everything.

I totally lost my temper. I rarely get angry, but when I do I go nuclear. I yelled, I threw fruit at the wall, I threatened to leave home. After that, I refused to talk to her for most of the day. And in the evening, I made a pan of brownies - the cake she loves above all others - and sat next to her in the living room while she watched TV. And I ate the whole pan.

I had a stomachache that night, and had to swim an extra mile every day for a fortnight to make up for the calories. Totally worth it.

Edit: Just a friendly reminder that Quora has a BNBR (Be Nice, Be Respectful) policy. While I acknowledge that some of you now consider me the equivalent of Nero or Norman Bates, I wouldn't want you to get kicked off Quora because you couldn't resist the temptation to tell me how ashamed I should be of myself. Hate me politely, please. :)