- 8 years ago
- Wedding: December 1969
My SO and I were both really excited about our anniversary, or so I thought. (I should add that he was out of town last month for two weeks and we didn’t celebrate V-Day together.) The morning of, I gave him a card on the way to work. Instead of dropping him off at the train, I drove him to work.
Together, we decided that we would do a real celebration today (the day after) because my kids would be with their dad, but we would have an easy dinner at home, watch movies, drink champagne. We planned to go out to dinner and dancing (which we rarely get to do together ’cause of the kids). It was a big deal to celebrate because the last year has been very trying for us, and we just wanted to celebrate having one another.
There was an event going on, so he started getting lots of phone calls from friends who were in town for it. There were a few things going on and I could tell he really wanted to go, and knew he hadn’t seen some of them in a really long time because they live out of state, so I told him he should just go to that since we were planning our real celebration with just the two of us for today anyway.
So, he goes and I’m really fine with it. And I really was… that was until he didn’t come home until VERY late. Now, I’m not uptight and he often comes back that late (or later) on weekends and I’m fine with it. But, I assumed that since we both work and it was our anniversary (and he hinted he wasn’t going to be that long) that I wouldn’t essentially go to bed alone and sleep alone the whole night. So, I spent OUR anniversary basically alone.
It really, really, REALLY hurt my feelings that he was so inconsiderate knowing he sprung the event on me at the last minute, and we already had plans to cook dinner together, and he didn’t even give me the courtesy of coming home early enough to have time with me. I mean, we really spent NO time together yesterday other than to/from home. And no anything… card, flowers, letters, packing my lunch, sappy text messages during the day… nothing. I take it back, he did leave me a comment on Facebook.
Today, we talk several times and no talk about our anniversary celebration, so I ask him if we were still going to do something. He thinks that we should “just celebrate on the weekend.” Well, hello, that means I have to get a babysitter! And it kind of makes the whole point in celebrating moot if we keep moving it to any arbitrary day. I mean, why not move it to next month then? And, in reality, I bet that the only reason he doesn’t want to do it today is because he’s too tired from partying it up last night.
Now I feel like I don’t want to do anything at all. I am so hurt that he could be so selfish and inconsiderate.