In a real flouncey mood and pretty much dislike myself for even writing this!
Monday is my 50th. My birthday party (quite obviously!) which I’d been looking forward to is off. So too is the surprise (not so much, my children can’t keep a secret for a second!) birthday trip bought by my DH to Rome.
It was DH’s 50th birthday in October. As he was always banging on about going back to New York (not somewhere I particularly wanted to go back too after an unpleasant work trip there), I saved up and this was his birthday treat. He also got NFL tickets from me, a Broadway Show and other stuff. Basically, I went all out.
DH earns nearly three times what I do & when he hinted he’d booked somewhere for my birthday i was really pleased. To be honest (and this is really spoilt), I wasn’t cock the hoop it was Rome - I love Rome but been loads of times, I’d taken him to NY and he earns a lot more than I do so I was hoping for somewhere I’d not been. I do love Rome though so I’m sure we’d have had a nice time.
The trip to Rome is obviously off and I told my DH to put the money aside (when he gets refunded the airline fare, he’s been able to cancel the hotel) he’d spent on the trip and we’d go somewhere special next year. I’ve been really looking forward to getting away next year as it’s been such a shitty year for all of us.
At lunchtime I found out he’s spent the money instead on actual presents. I love DH but he has absolutely bloody awful taste. Why don’t I tell him what to buy me? I do make suggestions but he likes to ‘surprise’ me. What this usually means is that I’ll send him something I’d really like, he’ll go on that website and then buy me another product (the surprise) from that brand/shop. So I’ll be all excited when I see the packaging then really disappointed when I see it’s the earrings I looked at but didn’t like.
I’ve tried to explain that I really don’t like being surprised and please don’t waste your money on stuff I probably won’t like but 16 years down the line it’s the same bloody thing every birthday/Christmas.
And now I’m flouncing around the house thinking my 50th will be even shitter than I expected!
I think I probably need to hear that I should be grateful for what I get and to get a grip!