Yesterday was my husband’s birthday. He turned 47 – I almost have shivers when I think of him almost being fifty, it seems unreal. We are getting old…er. It is inevitable. We’re doing it well, at least I think so; plus it’s all-natural.
Saturday night we went out for dinner and some dancing with friends. We had a great time. The food was ok and the music was good, and since we felt like partying a good night was had by all present. I did order the $50 cake for Hubby’s birthday for all to share. It wasn’t a cheap evening, but at least we had fun.
Sunday, the actual birthday of my beloved, was a quiet day at home. We got yet another proof of our aging… the day after a night out is harder than it used to be… A few people called to wish him well. All day, every time the phone rang I hoped it would be him. It wasn’t. He didn’t call.
Maybe it is a woman thing to think of these things? I know I’m the one who remembers dates in our couple, but I was raised like as well. I attach importance to birthdays. Every year, while living at home, I had a birthday cake and a card. When I moved out, I still got my card. I enjoy getting cards, e-cards, emails, phone calls, fax whatever… something showing you thought of me on my day. Call it childish, I don’t care.
I know it’s not my business, and yet and can’t help to feel angry and somewhat hurt. How can he forget his own son? He has one child, it’s not like they’re fifteen of them and he can’t remember which one is when… Hubby says his dad is a doorknob. He is. I know. Doesn’t make it right nor does it excuse it, in my book. I feel like giving him a call and ripping him a new one… What would you do?
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Hmmmmm...It is pretty sad. I am pretty good with dates, especially when it comes to my family. My one brother, though...ugh. He doesn't have a clue when my birthday is or how old I am - but his partner does and the responsibility seems to fall onto her. Perhaps it is a female thing after all.
As the years wore on my mother and I would regularly forget the other's birthday on that day. We'd know it was coming, we'd realized it passed, but somehow it would often fall through the cracks of the actual day. There are far more important things to worry about, and if the world's most wonderful husband isn't bothered about it, let it go. :-)
I think it's a girl thing. Still, you'd think a parent would put forth more effort. But most men don't seem to be be as affected by it as we do. My significant other can't remember such things - he has 3 kids I start reminding him a week before their birthday (and they aren't even my kids). But usually the night before we are running out to find cards and make calls.
The question I have is: Does his Dad expect HIM to remember his birthday? If not..well then, I say you forget it next time. If he does ...then I say you rip him a new one. :)
The good thing is that your husband had a nice birthday celebration with friends and a Sunday together to recover from the night before and have special time together. Sounds perfect to me.
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It's pretty common in our families to forget. I hope your hubby had a great birthday.
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Ugh, that's rough. I watch M go through the same types of things with his parents... it's so hard to keep myself from jumping in and trying to fix things, but unfortunately, there's nothing you can do for the relationship.
W C: It must be a female thing (like so many other things!) ;-)
Marius: You're so wise, I shall let it go. And I love your description of my Hubby! :-)
LeeAnn: Yep, it's a girl thing.
PPP: We'll see by Sept. if "expectations" are being met. Ha!
TB: It was a good night/weekend. Welcome to my world.
GEM: Thank you, I'll pick it up and do the post soon. Thanks.
comebacknikki: I know it's beyond me, but still gets to me...
It's my birthday!?!!! - I had no idea ....... men!!!!?! - rubbish - what's for tea?
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