Am I overreacting for having my birthday ruined for years?

My husband (53m) and I (49f) have been married for over 25 years. He and I are closer than we have ever been and more in love than ever. Well, I guess I shouldn't speak for him or I wouldn't be here.

My birthday was yesterday. There was no cake, ice cream, card, gift, surprise, or celebration. I haven't stopped crying. I give him ideas or make plans but it doesn't get addressed. Last year I wanted to go to Meow Wolf. This year the same but two performers were going to be there that I am really into. No trip ever and he didn't tell me until the last minute. I gave him a later con in May that we could do if I wouldn't be allowed from my trust fund.

I need to add he didn't keep a promise to take me to see my father. He didn't take me to see my father before he died. And he didn't take me to the funeral.

I love him so much but he ruins every birthday I've had. It has been such a problem I basically have ptsd and get triggered by anything to do with my birthday. He planned one anniversary out of 25 and he has shit on every birthday. I'm so hurt and really can't stop crying. I've always thought people celebrated birthdays. Am I wrong? Am I overreacting by wanting to cancel the con because honestly that's something he'd enjoy more than me. It feels like he did this on purpose.

Writing this out, I feel unloved. Is it valid? How do I even begin to deal with this other than crying.

Edit for context. I have MS and no balance. I use anything from a wheelchair to a walking stick depending on the day. For this reason I can't drive and have to have my husband drive. The drive to the area, either for my dad or this birthday trip is no more than five hours. I don't have anyone else to take me.

Edit again. I truly apologize to those who took offense at my use of ptsd. A lot of therapy words get tossed around by those who shouldn't. I am in therapy and I have been taught by my therapist the words and diagnosis that apply. I have had a lot of trauma in my life via neglect, rape, fists, words. I didn't expect the responses I have and I'm truly sorry.

And no, the trauma didn't stop 25 years ago. Fighting to be enough, to be special or good enough is always there.