So, PD has already forgotten our wedding anniversary. Well, he didn’t forget as much as it skipped his mind that it was coming up on the same day that he is supposed to leave somewhere for work. It is a huge new step for us and our relationship — him forgetting the wedding anniversary. And I have already given him a total of 15 minutes of grief about it. I even sulked. Cool, eh?
Frankly, I am not the must-put-the-toilet-seat-down kinda person, but this?? I don’t know whether to laugh at the irony or to cry. Or whether to react at all.
We have never been the mushy types. He is not a romantic, I am not too big into demonstrations of affection either. We have had no anniversaries – no formal memories of first date, first this-and-that marked on a desk calendar. I don’t even remember the exact date on which he asked me out – we just sort of agreed. And the kind of shit we have been through together, any date seems superficial. (He did go down on one knee though – When? I don’t remember! How? I remember every little detail.)
To be honest, the wedding day wasn’t nearly the best day of my life. It was steeped in grief and chaos of an immense loss. He had his share of issues then. And yet, despite all that, it seems befitting to make an effort each year to add that extra candle on our cake, that extra feather in our hat, that we, as a couple, have made it.
And that we are happy.
No, seriously, and don’t fucken laugh alright… God bless you. Both of you.
And know what, even I went down on my knees. Flower etc. too….