Bronze Anniversary

Today I celebrate 8 years married to my husband.  It hasn't always been fun.  It hasn't been easy.  There are days I want a divorce and never to see him again.  But other than the normal marriage roller coaster everything is usually good between us.

However, my husband has forgotten our anniversary.  He is busy right now.  Really busy preparing for some time away.  I've dropped hints.  I've sent him emails.  I've all but circled the date in red on the calendar.

Last night I made my husband go shopping with me at the Exchange for some much needed replacement clothing that luckily was on sale.  I spent under $50 on one pair of jeans, two t-shirts, one long sleeve shirt, a hoodie and a new nail polish.  I'm a bargain hunter.  During the shopping I told him to go and do what he needs to do...wink wink.  I knew he hadn't bought me a card.

He wanders off.  A little bit later I hear the page for help at the jewelry counter. I get a nice warm smile on my face thinking finally he remembers.  I'd of been just happy with him getting me a card and a rain check for a nice dinner together.

I have my clothing purchases all set in my cart and wander off to go look at nail polish.  On the way to the nail polish I find my husband looking at shoes for men in the shoe department.  My face fell.  Why did I get my hopes up.  Most likely it was another lonely-hearted female just looking at jewelry.

My husband smiles when he sees me until he notices that my lips are pursed in anger.  His hands are empty.  No, not even a card.  He forgot.  I pulled my cart off to the side and asked him why he was in the shoe department?  He said he didn't think of any other place to go besides the bathroom.  I guess he thought I wanted to be left alone to shop.

I explained to him that I know he didn't get me a card, I know that he forgot our anniversary and that shopping was a ploy that evening to give him a chance to get me a card.  You should have seen the look on his face.  He was caught.  He did forget.  He got all apologetic.

This morning I find on my place mat at the table a hand written apology.  Mind you I suggested to him that he make me a card with crayon or marker or something before I get up in the morning.  He wrote the following:  Rebecca,
This is not a card written in crayon because I am not a child and will not intentionally act like one when I need to be serious and mature.  This is an apology and a prayer for my misbehavior, bad attitude and immaturity.  I do love you, I am sorry and I will make the future better by being the man you deserve not just the man you need.
Happy Anniversary
Love J

Now I feel like crap for asking him to make a card with crayon or marker.  I wasn't insinuating that he was a child.  Ugh!  I feel like such an ogress for wanting a damn card.  But it is our wedding anniversary.  I didn't ask for a gift, just a card.  Just a, "hunny I love you and I remembered even though my schedule is hectic I put some thought into this and am showing I care about you and us as a whole.".

Well that emotion is now mine to deal with and for now I'll call it guilt and selfishness.  I detest his passive aggressiveness.  Oh and I highly doubt he will remember next year either.  Each year it has been getting worse.  Birthdays, anniversary, Christmas any time most men would jump to show their spouse that they are loved he "forgets" even though he never forgets a slight, a hurt feeling of his, or an angry emotion.

I either have to learn to live with this man or leave.  I love him but I wonder if at times that the love is one-sided.  I have heard his song and seen his dance and have yet to see anything but that afterwards.

Robo Callers Bite and So Does Fatigue

This morning I was awoken by the phone.  Yet again a robo caller from a political campaign.  I've already voted via absentee ballot.  I wish I could have my name taken off their list.  Wednesday can't get her quick enough for my liking.  Maybe I'll be woken up by something a little more pleasant like birds or the laughter of children.

It is only 3 dpo (IUI).  I'm exhausted.  The HCG shot and progesterone are kicking my butt.  After I get up all I want to do is take another nap. I'm not getting much done.  Still some cramping.  Way too early to test.

I totally didn't get around to making the pie filling the other day.  I may just make J make it himself since he has today off from being on-call last night.

I'm guessing the re-enlistment issue and being on-call so often is making him testy.  I'm his mental punching bag with his passive aggressive attitude.  If I tell him I don't want to hear it I'll get back from him, "that's right my shit doesn't matter and I have to remember that.".  Ugh talk about guilt tripping.

It is almost 1120 hrs and J is still sleeping.  I have the door shut to the office and am creeping around the house.  Good thing I did his laundry for him last night while he was out.  Oh and when I called him before I went to bed at 2330 hrs last night I told him I did his laundry.  His reply, "I wish you wouldn't have done that.".  Geez not even a thank you.  One would have thought he would have started with a thank you but no it's a complaint.  See what I mean about passive-aggressive.

On a happier note; I donned makeup for a scary appearance last night.  I also put on my dog collar I used to wear from time-to-time in college.  For you laughter here is a photo of me:

Maybe I should have gone with a bit more shadowing on the cheeks?  Mind you I didn't use the UNDEAD kit in the photo below, I just used what I had on hand for makeup.