A week ago last Friday was my 10th wedding anniversary. It came and went without much fanfare. It wasn't quite what I thought it would be when I took that walk down the aisle. We did go out for lunch, but it was nothing special. It was really just another day.
We didn't have much of a honeymoon when we got married. I always thought that on our 10th anniversary we would go someplace dreamy like Hawaii. We had discussed it. I wanted to go while we were still young enough to really enjoy it. I was kidding myself
I guess it is no big surprise if you have read my blog with any regularity that he and I have turned out to want very different things in life. He would like everything to stay the same and I have a need to grow and flourish. It can often times make our daily life very hard.
We had agreed that we weren't going to buy gifts because I had suggested a weekend trip instead. All I have ever really wanted was time together. He never has grasped that for whatever reason. As usual, the trip would be left up to me to decide on and plan.
This weekend, my parents wanted to take the whole family out for supper on Saturday night to celebrate my upcoming birthday. I said yes to that. Why wouldn't I?
Then my husband says that "our weekend" has to be this weekend and it can only be one night away from home. He says he is expecting overtime at the factory and he needs to help his dad work cattle "sometime".
My sister had already made reservations for us for the birthday thing. So I had to plan my anniversary around my birthday dinner.
This meant my 10th anniversary trip would be spent in a very nearby town. The place I had hoped to stay was booked full and I actually ended up with my third choice. He didn't care. He was just along for the ride. I felt this was just his way to satisfy his obligation to me anyway.
He has a history of doing this. Spend very little time with me and then take a day away and try to cram as much into it as possible fitting in several things I've mentioned that might be fun. None of it ends of being fun because it's too rushed to enjoy. He seems to purge himself of any guilt he might feel for what our life has become. I simply get irritated.
We ended up having virtually no couple time except for a movie and then sleeping in the same room. Big whooped-de-doo. I guess I can be thankful I got at least one night away from the farm. It wasn't exactly the mark of anything special.
He even got mad at me because I got him a card. He said I made him feel bad because he didn't get me one. I was hurt and told him not to open it. Just throw it in the trash. He thought no gift, also meant no card. I really didn't care that he didn't give me a card. I didn't expect one from him.
While we were away for this little one day trip he acted all down and out like a bump on a log. Then as we drove home, he got livelier. He got happier. He was back to what he loves most. His farm.
It was just another day.
CW



