Just found a bunch of roses in utility room, wedged in a jug between mounds of laundry, cat bowls and recycling. Presumably for me tho DH hasn't mentioned anything. He rarely buys me flowers, this will be the third time in 12 years.
They're still in cellophane with price on and they look past their best. Bit wilted and curly with blackened edges. I wasn't expecting anything at all so AIBU to feel a bit disappointed by them?
To his credit we are having a shit time at the mo. As a couple I think(!) we're ok but two DC (aged 2 and baby) takes its toll and also major house issues taking up loads of time and energy. He has a long daily commute 3 hours on average and high expectations in his job so I should just smile and thank him, right? He made the effort to stop on his way home and get them.
I just wish my life had a bit more panache. I often feel like this is a dream and I'm actually off working my way around the world like I was supposed to once upon a time. The wilted roses jammed in amongst the daily drudgery epitomises my life uncannily. Like it was almost something romantic and special but just missed the mark. Am I being precious? (And a dick?)