Here's the skinny.
My husband doesn't drive. Never has, probably never will. No reason other than choice (and spoiled and laziness if you ask me).
So, I just celebrated my birthday a couple of weeks ago. I woke up in the morning to a birthday card by my purse (he leaves much earlier than I do). It was all nice and mushy, etc.
I get to work, I have flowers and balloons on my desk waiting for me. No, not from him, from some co-workers. E-mails and cards are sent to me, they take me out to lunch, it was a very nice day. Oh, by the way, I hadn't heard from the hubby all day.
I get home, he asks how my day was. I told him how generous my co-workers were. He asks about the flowers, I describe them. I asked if they were the only flowers I received. Yes. He asks if I'm sure. YES. He said, "that's weird, because I had some sent to you just like those. Are you sure they didn't just take off my card and put their names on it." After a long phone call with FTD, the flowers he bought me arrived after I left. Nice.
Come on! Who does that?
Then, we were going to go out for dinner. But, by the time I got home, got the baby ready and finally got out, it was around 8 PM. My husband has to be at work by 5 AM. He couldn't keep his eyes open. I suggested we do the dinner another night. We get home, he tells me "sorry I couldn't get you anything, but my cousin couldn't take me to the store today."
Today? You just tried to get me something today? He has access to all of Chicago's down town, and the internet and he relies on his cousin to take him shopping the day of my birthday?Oh, I forgot to add that his reason for not getting me any Christmas gifts last year was the same, that his cousin couldn't take him. I was 9 months pregnant and found my fat a$$ to the store, but he couldn't get a ride.
Now, let me also add that we've been having A LOT of problems lately, so he can't do a lot of things right as it is. AND, I'm a bit spoiled.
He went the next day and got me a DVD and a pair of head phones for my iPod and some tickets to see a dance group. My feeling was too little too late.
I got him an ESPN phone for his birthday. His birthday was 1 month after Hugito was born. So here I am, post-op, getting the baby dressed to go out in the dead of Chicago winter to spend the equivalent of a car payment on a cell phone with a baby in tow, and I get a DVD and head phones.
He wonders why I'm upset.![]()
Am I wrong to be so upset?
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