Three weeks before my birthday I reminded H that it would be my birthday in three weeks. "Happy birthday for in-three-weeks," he said. I rolled my eyes. "I would really like you to give me a card," I said, doing my damn best not to sound whiny.
What, as they say, is wrong with this picture?
I reminded him again a few days before my birthday.
I asked him about it a week or so after my birthday.
I've asked about it twice since then.
I think I should stop asking. It's not worth all that much when I have to ask for it in the first place, and hardly worth anything if I have to keep asking.
Anyway.
His birthday is coming up. I haven't got him anything yet, not even a card.
I probably will get a card, later.
I don't think I'm gonna buy him anything this year, though.
I gave him something very nice for Christmas.
He didn't give me anything for Christmas, not even a card.
I don't actually hold that against him, though.
...
It's my dad's birthday in a couple of weeks. I haven't got him anything yet, either. But that's different.
...
I just wanted a card from H. I told him I didn't want anything expensive, that I would actually prefer something he made himself, on "any old bit of paper". I told him it didn't have to be fantastic, just a drawing on the front and a few words inside, and I would adore it because he made it for me.
Haven't got it yet.
Not gonna ask after it any more.
I think I need to go back on the happy pills.