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[11 Sep 2006|11:50am] |
9/10's my birthday.
So, David, right?
He's completely useless when it comes to doing something special for special dates. Yes, he can remember them. He's one step up from other guys because he at least does that.
But, for the past 3 months, I've been telling him, "my birthday's September 10th, I'm turning 20 this year, I expect to have a real birthday this year. I want the works".
So what does he do?
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
Not until the day or so before, and he's crying and pannicing about it.
Yes, I understand he works hard.. I know... but dammit boy!
If you're going to forget, then fuck it- take it like a man. Don't make me comfort you for fucking up. I HATE that.
So yes, Friday night, he's looking online for hotels out on Willmington Beach. So yes, Saturday we spend all day shopping. Yes, we did end up doing SOMEthing, but on MY accord.
All year long, I plan everything... all of our finances, our life, our vacations, our everything. And, I tell him what he needs to do in order for us to achieve it. And it works fine... but, I want days off, too. I think that's why I've been willing to go visit my farther. Because he takes care of everything. Mike will say, "we're going to (blah) now, is that ok with everyone?" And it's really nice to have that every once in awhile.
So really, beyond the cake, or the presents, THAT'S the part I want. I wanted to have a day, where I could be hands-free and just enjoy it.
Whatever, it didn't happen. (Don't worry, in the end, this story gets better... but that's in the end... let's continue).
So Sunday morning.
I set the alarm. I wake him up. I tell him to go and make me a cake, to go and wrap presents... That he has an hour or two. And wake me up by noon-latest.
He goes off to the kitchen for maybe 10 minutes.
As soon as he comes back up, I'm thinking, "how could he be done already?"
I say, "David, you didn't leave a mess for me down there did you?" (no) "Did you put up the milk?" (yes) "Did you throw away the eggs this time and not just leave them on the counter or whereever?" (I threw them away).
..... I smell smoke, faintly, "uuuh... David, you turned on the oven, not the stove, right?" .... "GO GO GO GO!!!"
And smoke fills the upstairs bedroom.
The kitchen's on fire. (wonderful- expected, but dammit).
The fire alarm goes off, I tell him to turn it off. (I caaaan't) "take the battery out".
Ok, it's off... we open up all the windows and doors and stand outside. The smoke's going up and down our block.
I'm standing half naked outside, when I should still be sleeping in bed. (whatever).
He's frekaing out, I'm pissed off.
I decide that we should get in the car and go for breakfast. When we pull up to IHOP, I sit there a moment and decide that this isn't I want. I don't want to pay mass amounts for their crappy food, while sitting uncomfortably in a see through shirt and too hot flannel pants. So, I pull out and instead we go to Sonic. He's still being a little bitch. All wishy-washy and "I don't know what to dooo". Boo fucking ho.
I go into the house, to pack some stuff.
I go into the kitchen to examine the damage. And sure enough... there sit the gallon of milk that he lied to me about putting up- burnt through. And there sits some egg shells in my measuring cup, that I know he'd never clean himself, just throw it into the sink, so that when I was the dishes a day or so later, I'd get a gross surprise.
Fucking liar.
There's no need to lie either, he could've just said, "No, I haven't put them up yet, but I will, I just wanted to come give you a birthday hug".
But see, if he lies now... then I won't get made at him when he's around. Then he won't have to deal with me being angry at him. He'd rather just leave the milk and crap out all day/over night, so that I won't find it until he's already at work. Fucking jackass.
Yeah, whatever... I grab our swimsuits... and whatver else.
So we head down to the beach. Getting completely plastered on the beach is the only way I can think of not just killing him. I feel lied to, hurt that he didn't bother to do jackshit for my birthday, and now... now he's acting like a little bitch about all of it. Crying and whinning and complaining and neh neh neh... all awhile with this tone of voice that's acting like it's wrong of me to be mad at him, and that it's not his fault, and just not letting off of it, not trying to do a single thing to make it better... just going on and on and on and on about it.
Ok, driving there, he HAS to have the map.
The drive should have been an hour and a half drive- there about.
But no, he doesn't keep close watch to the map, so we do a 20 mile full cicrle around the city... and it took us about 3 or 3 and a half hours to get there.
All the while, I didn't even want to leave town, because my baby truck's being making these funny noises. But, I thought, an hour and a half drive can't be that bad for it, right? Maybe not an hour and a half, but I'm sure sure 3 and a half is bad for it.
On the car ride, he spends an hour, an hour and a half on the phone with his mother. Supposedly she called to wish me a happy birthday. But I'm sure it's more so that that's the only time she could be 100% sure to get David on the phone. Which is fine, I wouldn't want to be stuck talking to some girl I don't know (especially if I'm already suppose to ) all by ourselves. I didn't care too much about the call... It distracted me from how angry I was at David. I did take notice, afterwards though, how completley inconsiderate it was to sit there on the phone, talking away.
And of course, his mother had to throw in a comment about laura, "I want a picture of you and Sam, because right now, all I have is pictures of you and ANOTHER GIRL..." Yes, she didn't say her name, good for her, but dammit, she didn't need to say that at all.
At least this time, I didn't get gross mental images of David and laura having sex.
Ugh.
My mother calls, "I know we talked yesterday, but I figured I'd go ahead and give you another ring. So what are you doing for your birthday?"
(Going down to the beach)
" ~disapproving air from my mother ~"
(Well, it's only suppose to be an hour and a half away. And besides, we couldn't stay at home because David lit the kitchen on fire...)
He lets out a pathetic, "But I was trying to make you a cake!!!" as if doing some unplanned, last minute, half-assed attempt was something that deserved such a passionate defense.
Whatever, I told her, lightly, about yes, he was trying to make me a cake, it was all an accident... Whatever, whatever, it's a mistake that people new to cooking make.
Keep in mind, the reason why my parents got divorced was because my father wasn't romantic with her. Him being abusive to her children was only a sidenote, a justification for the divorce... not the reason. So, her words of "if he's not being romantic now, he's not going to be in 20 years".
Part of the whole reason I married David was because he is a romantic. He is. So for him to just sit back and do nothing when it finally comes to be allowed to do it, is unexuseable. ESPECIALLY SINCE HE'S GOING TO IRAQ THIS OR NEXT WEEK. ESPECIALLY SINCE THIS IS OUR LAST WEEKEND TOGETHER.
Anyways... we make it to the beach and end up having a wonderful time.
The waves were giant and strong... Knocked me off of my (drunk assed) feet countless times.
Yeah, I got completely plastered.
I sat back in the sand, and let David sit between my legs, and lay back on me... and we let the waves trickle over us... just watching the endless waves... As I kissed the top of his bald head until it turned red.
On our drive home, we stopped by Texas Roadhouse, which had drop-dead yummy food.
He drove the rest of the way home, as I slept lightly.
And that was my 20th Birthday.
I still haven't got to open a single B-day present. :( The stuff we bought on Saturday, David said he had to wrap first.
But, at least, my momma said she bought a present for me that her and Sean had picked out. So, that aught to be pretty cool. Probably in the next week I'll get that... But yeah, bye bye teenage years...
Sidenote:
Myrtle Beach: best for boogie boarding or just playing in the water, chest deep.
Willmington Beach: best for sitting on the shore with the waves coming up over you. Or even standing in knee high. Waves are hard to boogie on because the crash further out, so you can only catch the last bit of it's tail (because midway through, the crashed part, crashes on its self, so you can not catch it far-ish out because you'll just lose it when that happens). Even all boogie-ing close in, your board bottoms out on the shore, and still pushes you over in a flip that skins your body. But yeah, they're shallow waves on the shore, which is much better for sand castles, too.
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