I am fuming and need to be talked down.
It is my birthday. I was woken this morning at 5:40 by the baby, as always. I am co sleeping while “D”H sleeps in the spare room. Checked my emails to find one from the builders saying the project we are having done (which should be finishing next week) is going to take another 6 weeks.
I had told my husband I didn’t want a present from him (I don’t like him spending money on something I probably don’t need or want) but that I’d like something sentimental, possibly involving photos, from the kids. On the kids’ behalf he has got me a flimsy honey twirl and an oil diffuser of the kind I would have bought for £5 when going through my witchy/goth phase at age 15. I haven’t eaten honey except on holiday in Greece in the 14 years we’ve known each other. He had clearly just gone to the nearest shop to his work (he later told me this was what he had done) and picked up a couple of things that he thought he’d get away with, zero thought at all.
It’s not about the money, he earns nearly £200k so has plenty to buy something nice but honestly I’d have been happy enough if he’d just got my three year old to draw me a card. I wanted something that I could keep and would remind me of the kids being so little.
I told him I wasn’t very impressed.
Despite him working from home I didn’t even get a cup of tea in the morning. He did go out and get me a cake at lunchtime which was nice.
My birthday dinner was a takeaway that I ordered and paid for myself, set and cleared the table and shepherded my three year old through. Husband turned up late.
We are not in a great place relationship wise, nothing earth shattering just living separate lives while he’s working and I’m on maternity leave. It would just have been nice to have a bit of fuss made today.
We had made our peace and moved on and then husband sat down to watch TV, looked sulkily at me and then told me I’ve been really horrible to him by telling him I didn’t like the gifts.
I feel like throwing something at him.