This past Sunday marked our eight year wedding anniversary. I decided to not mention the significance of the date. I wanted to see how long it would take him to remember.
spent the next three hours pressure washing the deck. I took a small
break to make Robby lunch and to scoot him outside when I saw his friend
riding her bike down the street. Drenched and with sore muscles, the
"Happy Anniversary my Love" demeanor from the morning was quickly
turning into a "I can't believe you forgot you a$$" mood by the time I
returned to the deck for round two with the pressure washer.
four hours after lunch I drug myself back into the house. I was tired
and frustrated that only half the deck had been cleaned after an
afternoon of diligence. Scott was still in bed wearing his boxer shorts
and sleep t-shirt, watching the Olympics and playing on his smart phone
while happily munching on potato chips. I was covered with splattered
dirt, bits of removed deck stain, and a lot of water. Needless to say I
was not amused.
I was fuming so much that I don't think
I needed to add warm water to my shower! I cleaned up, walked into the
bedroom, and produced the biggest smile I could muster. "Scott, do you
know what today is?" His responded with, "Day two of the Olympics?"
an attempt to minimize my ire, I decided it was probably prudent just
to remind him. I wished him a happy wedding anniversary. He looked like a deer in the headlights and responded
with an instinctive, "Oh f*ck, are you serious?" He then proceeded to
remove his wedding band to verify the date that we had inscribed inside
when we were married. We've been married for eight years, but it was
during that exchange that I confirmed that my husband has the romantic
inclination of a snail.
In all fairness, Scott did
attempt to make amends for the forgotten anniversary. He took me out for
dinner and helped Robby buy me flowers. I let go of the anger, but I
have to admit that I was deflated. It would have been nice if he had
remembered on his own accord. Next year I think I'll start sending him
text message reminders a week before our anniversary so he doesn't
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