Romantic?
So this past Sunday was Valentine’s Day. I don’t pretend to like that day. I never have. I am almost always disappointed. And this year- I REALLY wasn’t in the mood!
I didn’t change my Facebook picture to show me and my darling hubby in my profile picture. Hell, we aren’t even friends on Facebook. Maybe I just have a bad attitude about it. Bring on the cupid and arrows. Fuck it anyway.
It’s no secret to some that we’ve been under a lot of stress and stress is hard on a marriage- we’re no exception.
He’s working a lot and resenting it. I resent that he resents it and that he thinks I do nothing to contribute. He resents that I write this blog and spend too much time online without getting paid for it. He resents A LOT about me. I’ve probably already said too much.
It’s fucking butterflies and rainbows here, folks.
I thought that no gifts or niceties would be exchanged. Well, I take that back… I assumed that for the holiday we would refrain from telling each other to screw off. However, I did warn him to at least get something for our daughter. He obliged and got her some chocolates, a Bop magazine and an iPod dock with some speakers. And she was happy.
I guess that made him feel “romantic?” Did it put him in the mood to make up for tearing up my Edward & Bella poster skipping through the forest that my daughter hung up for me in the laundry room? (you know the scene…Alice’s vision….Anne of Green Gables…really silly and makes you laugh when you see it) Well he got pissed at me and while he was a bit inebriated tore it down, ripped it to shreds and threw it out.
Doing the laundry will not be as fun without you my friends
So because of that asshole-ishness, he got me some stuff too. Some roses, candy, and will wonders never cease…a Robert Pattinson magazine. What. The. Fuck?
uhhhh. the fuck? damned if I do, damned if I don't.
I just don’t know. I thanked him, with a closed throat and a tear in my eye.
And what woman’s heart wouldn’t be warmed by THAT.
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