What did he get you for your birthday?

 My moms today as I was leaving her home.  "Hey, I meant to ask you, what did                                          *Husband#2* get your for your birthday.

I came back around to where she was sitting.  Nothing. He got me nothing for my 50th birthday.  "Not even a card"?  she asked. Not even a card I said.  Since we got married we don't celebrate anniversary's , birthdays, Valentines Day, any holidays. So why would me turning 1/2 a century warrant anything different?

He had asked me two weeks prior "What do you want to do for your birthday"? Only after me showing him pearls gifted to me.  I said "I guess nothing".  I mean do you really need to ask someone that?  He said well I get paid the day after your birthday and we are strapped for cash because we are leaving for Jamaica (which mind you, I paid for plane tickets, airbnb and now car) I've use 300.00 of his paycheck towards this.  

Birthdays are a funny thing...same day, ever F"N year.  It never changes.  I guess my birthday snuck up on him.

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