Birthday

For the first time in 16 years of being together, Corey forgot my birthday.  I wasn’t terribly upset at first, but, as I tend to do, I let it fester into something bigger than it probably should be.

I’m feeling a little unappreciated.  Even after I reminded him that it was my birthday, he barely acknowledged it, except for a couple of apologies.  I asked him to work on the house while I was at work, since he didn’t have to be at work until 1 a.m.  because he wants to have company today.  I can’t figure out what he did with his time.  Not a damn thing has been done.  I mean NOTHING.  I kept hoping to walk into a room and find the dishes done, the bed made, the laundry folded, the living room picked up, but there was nothing.  I thought, “Maybe he left me flowers somewhere,” but no, not even that simple of a gesture.  Then I saw that the computer was on sleep mode, and thought, “Maybe he left me a little message on there!” but no – I’d left it on Chore Wars before I went to work.  He didn’t even send me a text while I was at work without me sending him something first.

How is it that I asked for practically nothing, and got even less?