I am really disappointed with my H's Valentine's day gift. It was a necklace that said Mom.
I'm trying to keep it all in perspective but it's hard. Is it that he's just a bad gift giver, or is it indicative of a larger problem in the R, namely that he puts no effort into me--only what is convenient? I honestly don't know, today. I'm stewing in resentment so I can't make a fair assessment.
He sent me flowers today.
Fellas, sending flowers the day AFTER valentine's day is so lame that you may as well forget it. It only causes more consternation than if you had blown the whole thing off entirely.
We had a discussion last night wherein I lamented the general lack of romance in our R. (well there is romance but only that which is generated by me) He said, So...what..you want me to lead you down the hall to our bedroom where rose petals are on the floor and candles are lit and slowly undress you, kiss you head to toe and then slide you into a warm bath...yeah *whatever*....guys who do that sort of stuff are obviously retired with no little kids to worry about.
I was speechless.
I stammered out, So you DO know what romance is, then? All this time I thought you just didn't understand what I meant when I spoke of it.
MrHP: No I understand, it's just not me.
Today I feel depressed that I am not worth a little effort from him. Last night, after the kids went to bed, he promptly put in a Gary Cooper movie and that was that. Eventually I got up and went to bed by myself.
I want to focus on the ways that he has improved, lately, but first I gotta feel sorry for myself.
It is SO demotivating to see actual physical evidence of how little effort he puts into our R and me. I think I sometimes delude myself into thinking that he does more than he does.
