How Could I be Mad?
Tuesday, November 10th, 2009My husband has never been big on birthdays. He grew up in a family of ten, where birthdays were celebrated whenever there was money. As a result, he never learned to pay attention to dates. Usually, I try not to let it bother me. I drop little hints when my birthday gets close, and he usually picks up on them. Last year, however, he forgot my birthday altogether. I spent the day crying in my room while he was working out of town. He felt so bad when he remembered a week later that he bought me a piece of Roberto Coin jewelry. How could I be mad at him after that?