I submitted my masters thesis yesterday. My husband didn't get me anything, plan anything, and just said well done and that was it. I've not had a life for the past 6 months. Throughout this I've consistently done majority housework and worked two jobs over 5-7 days a week. It's felt like such a slog.
For all of his special achievements and occasions I bake, host and organise surprise parties, get meaningful gifts, decorate with balloons and banners, plan entertainment, you name it.
I feel so deflated. Is it just onto the next grind and move on? Am I being bratty? I'm not able to attend graduation so I won't get a celebration there. I wonder if I'm just being an ingrate and maybe I'm just tired.