I only want a card. A fucking card with some nice things written in it. He does tell me he loves me quite often....probably about once every couple of weeks and I know he tells me when he feels it iyswim...so not out of "duty" or to please me.
I have been with DH for 9 years...9 YEARS. We hve 2 dc.
NOt once has he got me a valentine card...he has bought me flowers twice...when I had the children.
This year...oh God the shame...I bought my OWN card along wth one for him and I told him "There is a card for me in that bag there...could you please write in it at work tonight so I have a card to open in the morning when you get home?"
He agreed and said that he HAD remembered to buy one then forgotten instantly at the shops today...I believe this as he always does things like that.
Then he went to work...before he went I said "Have you got that card?" and he said "Oh where did I put it...yes..it's in my bag."
I just found it on the table. I am torn between just accepting it...that my sad attempt at having a card has failed and that I need to be ok with the fact that he can't seem to do it for me...OR being REALLY really mad at him for not doing it.
It was sort of funny before...that I had got my own card...we both had a laugh aboout it....but now it's just humiliating.
I don't want to sit there in the morning while he writes in it having done a night of work...and him being knackered and under pressure to write some romantic words.
I wanted hiim to write it at work tonight. He works alone and in a quiet place. Now it's all just a shitty and daft idea.
AIBU to be sitting here trying to work out whether I need to tell him to get fucked and give him some serious cold shoulder....OR....to just let it trickle off me like water of a ducks back?
Which option?