Seven years is …
Not bothering to remind him of the anniversary.
Deciding never to mention it.
A random cranky three sentences directed at me.
Mentioning it right then and there. “happy anniversary”
Not a word. Deciding he didn’t hear me.
Strep throat. Allowing him to drive me to the doctor.
A moment of weak and “You forgot our anniversary.”
“I know. I’ve felt like shit about it since you told me. I told the guys at work.”
An opportunity to prove your assholery at work.
April 23 2009
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