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Deflated
February 15, 2010, 7:10 pm
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Valentine’s Day came and went and J didn’t say a word about it, not even a ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ or an ‘I love you’. Nothing. He did however have a go at me for working on the weekend. My alternative was to sit on the couch while he watched cricket, so after his outburst, that’s exactly what I did. He didn’t even make eye contact with me, but I sat there for over an hour nonetheless. Eventually I asked if I could go back to work without him getting angry about it.

“Fine. Whatever. I’m going to bed anyway.”

He stormed off. I decided to let him cool down for 10 minutes or so, then I followed. I asked if he realised he hadn’t even said Happy Valentine’s Day to me, or even given me an indication that he cared (about me, not the day itself).

“Why should I? What have you done for me lately? Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you get my anything?”

He has the infuriating ability to make everything my fault. He’ll find a way to trace every argument back to something I did or said, and if I even attempt to defend myself, it just goes around in circles.

C: I didn’t get you anything because I knew you wouldn’t get anything for me.
J: How did you know?
C: Well, you didn’t, did you?
J: No, but you didn’t get anything for me so what does it matter?
C: I said I didn’t get you anything, but I did make you something.

Minutes passed in silence before something occurred to me. Our anniversary. It was two weeks earlier and I’d only just remembered.

C: What do you think it means that we forgot our anniversary?
J: You forgot, I didn’t.
C: Why didn’t you say anything then?
J: You were busy.

If memory serves correctly, I was busy being yelled at. By J. About nothing.

Happy anniversary.

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