A birthday story - Part 2

After pleading with her to get in the car to go out to eat, she wanted nothing to do with me. She wouldn’t hold my hand, answer me or even look in my direction. Man, was I taking this too far? All would be good once we reached the restaurant. Being the evil bastard that I am, I told her I would make it up to her on Christmas which was two weeks away.

“Christmas?! My birthday isn’t on Christmas! How many weeks did you have when you were sitting on the couch watching your TV or going online could you have taken one evening after work to go out and get me something for my birthday? It’s only one day out of the year. I don’t ask for much and you can’t even do that! I know why you came home late now. You did this to get back at me for coming home late from work these past few weeks, well, are you’re happy now?”

Man, you have no idea how badly I wanted to get to the restaurant and just get this over with. So we get there and I’m still trying to hold her hand and she’s avoiding me like the plague. We get seated and I’m watching her staring blankly at her menu trying her best to avoid looking at me. I figured now would be a good time to spring into action. I pretended to go the bathroom and asked the waiter to bring out a slice of cake later to wish my wife a happy birthday. Next I went back and told her I thought I might have left the car doors open. Now, wouldn’t you get the hint that something was up; it’s like when your mom or dad tell you to go up to your room otherwise Santa can’t deliver the presents under the tree. She didn't give a crap and said coldly, “Whatever.”

I entered the restaurant again with gifts and card placing it behind her chair since she was oblivious to my presence and too busy finding other ways to hate me. Finally I had to end it and told her to turn around and lo and behold, she saw her gifts and the birthday card I made for her. She started reading the card and started laughing then crying. It was at this point she said to me “I never realized how shallow I am” which I had to shake my head yes to. I wonder, would she have come to this same conclusion if I had not gotten her anything? At that moment it didn’t matter since I’d rather have her laughing with me instead of having her shoot daggers with her eyes in my direction.

The clincher of course was the dessert which the chef brought out which made her feel even more miserable. Wow! What a way to make your loving wife feel horrible about herself on her own birthday!!

I got her some beauty products from one of her favorite stores in the city which she liked but told me later that I happened to get her beauty products last year for her birthday. (One other thing to remember guys—women are never satisfied with what they have or in this case get.)

We had a nice dinner despite putting my wife through mental anguish and having her contemplate divorce.

Last lesson I can give you guys is learn how to say apologize profusely when you’ve done something wrong (especially when you post a story like this one for everyone to read. Once she finds out, I’m dead meat!).