- 6 years ago
My birthday was on Friday and was going well ’til I got home. Surprisingly, Darling Husband said he didn’t have to work and asked what I’d like to do, supper and movie? But, we can’t go to a late movie because he’ll be too tired to drive home. K, but it’s already after 5. We have to drive an hour to get into the city, wait for a table at a restaurant (Friday night, its gonna happen) and so we’d be rushing to get to an earlier movie. Wait, his cousin just showed up, he has to go have a beer with him first, even though he only lives a couple miles away and sees him all the time. He has to shower and get ready at some point, too…
So, we finally leave after 6. Which restaurant do I want to go to? Love Olive Garden, lets do that one! No, we just got gift cards from The Keg, lets go there. Seriously? We both hate The Keg, but its free so why not? I never have an idea where I want to go out, but when I finally do, for my birthday, we don’t go there. Whatevs, move on.
We sit down, order. DH has been texting the whole way in and the whole time we’ve been there. He then says, “Oh, by the way, I’m going for breakfast with E (the cousin who dropped by before we left, go figure) and an old HS friend of ours. She says you’re invited, but I figured you didn’t want to go so I’m just telling you in case you run into her or something so you know about it. A (E’s wife) isn’t coming, either.” That’s where it all crumbled for me. All that male “logic” went out the friggin’ window with that statement! I’ve never seen this braud, she doesn’t know me, so your idea to tell me in case I run into her, is pure BS. I don’t mind him going out with old friends, but don’t remind me that I’m in your ‘effin town without my friends and family and I can just stay home, as always!
I was pissed the rest of the night, told him I was, and he explained he didn’t want me to feel awkward when there all reminisicing about HS. Thanks for the thought, but no dice. He then says, “Well you’re not the only one. There’s other friends of mine that have wives that don’t have many friends, either (names them off). And I know the more I hang out with them, that doesn’t mean you’ll be friends with them.” TAKE ME HOME NOW!
I cried the whole way, the whole night and slept in another room. I apologized the next afternoon (decided to be the bigger person) and he EVENTUALLY said a small apology, “Sorry I said the wrong thing last night.” Everything was good and we both agreed that we would have a do-over for my bday…
BUT, he had to work last night. K, understandable. And today, still understandable. I saw Darling Husband on the yard around 5, thinking great, we’re gonna have our redo supper date! Nope, he’s flocked off with his cousin AGAIN! Thanks a lot for the flowers and the shitty supper date. I hate 23.