I feel for you. My ex, note ex, decided, after I had specifically said I don't like surprises, to organise a surprise party for my 50th.
We had recently attended a surprise party, hence the conversation we had regarding the fact I do not like surprises.
On the Sunday morning of the "surprise" I woke up to, "get up we're going out". Wouldn't tell me where or why. I had no idea, as it wasn't my Birthday until Tuesday.
I needed a shower and hair wash, but we had to go out in half an hour, so a flannel was all I had time for, I threw on my old gardening clothes, rushed to hang the washing on the line (I put machine on timer overnight), grabbed my garden shoes and my gardening coat and got in the car, thinking maybe we were off to the garden centre to pick up the compost I needed.
Miles on, I am getting really cross, I don't feel good as I had been woken up and had to leap out of bed and run round getting things done. Eventually I am told we are meeting my brother and his girlfriend for lunch, so I said I would ring them and cancel. Mega row, we arrive at an hotel, and I see a couple of his friends getting out of their car. By this time I am really unhappy, to say the least, greasy hair, garden clothes and shoes. By the way, did I mention I can't cope with lots of people in a small space? I'm led into a tiny room where about 30 people are crowded into. About turn in tears, my cousin tried to placate me and all I wanted to do was go home. It was an absolute nightmare.
By the time I got home the decision was made and I moved out fairly soon after.