Happy Bloody Anniversary
Forget romance, all courtesies have been lost in my five year relationship with my high school sweetheart. Our anniversary was this month, marking five years exactly from the date our couple status was declared official when I answered "Yes" to the much anticipated "Will you go out withme?" As we both live very busy lives and are suffering the consequences of choosing college over direct entry into the workforce, we decided- rather, I decided and he was more than happy to concede - that we would not exchange expensive and unecessary gifts, as Christmas had just passed and Valentine's Day was just around the corner. Furthermore, our anniversary day was filled with classes and work, so we decided - yes, we this time that in the evening we would simply watch a movie together: Wanted, starring
Angelina Jolie and Morgan Freeman, we had just received it on Netflix. At approximately 8 o'clock in the evening we returned home. His brothers were in their rooms and his father, watching television. Just as we were entering our bedroom to discard our bags and change for the evening, my boyfriend, giddy with excitement, says "Ooh, the Flyer's are
playing!" No. no. I lay down my things and he leaves the room only to return a moment later. He wraps his arms around me, smiling, andlooks me in the eyes. He doesn't have to say anything; I already know that I've lost. The man does not follow the team, never knows when they have a game. But, somehow, if he should happen across a game, that is the most important thing in the world. All of a sudden the Flyer's are an extremely important part of his life. Now, don't get me wrong, if you're into sports and you've got that one team
that you will follow to the grave, great. But, don't tell me that any other time you could give a damn about them.
After all, if he had been out that night, he would have been none the wiser and his life, none the lesser for it. He said there would be time for the movie after. "After? You want me to watch a two hour movie with you at ten o'clock at night
when I have to get up at nine tomorrow? No way." So, you're thinking: That's why she got pissed. Ok. Fair enough. Well, you're wrong. In fact, not only did he watch his precious game, but I sat and watched it with him! It was our anniversary, after all. Never mind the fact that, throughout most of the game - no, not just the intermission periods- he was surfing the net AND listening to rock music on his headphones.
Seriously, what am I doing with my life? Once the game was done, the Flyer's having lost- no surprise there- I decided that I wasn't so tired after all. Great! So, we could watch the movie after all. Now, after all this, him having blown off our plans on a whim for the nth time in a row for a stupid game of hockey, and on our anniversary of all days, aside from all of this AND the fact that not once on this day did he utter a meager "Happy Anniversary," now, now, this?! Now, I am not being biased, mind you, as I did say Happy Anniversary to him at 12:01 on the day of our anniversary, to which he simply repeated my words. Empty.
Now, I like to think of myself as easy going. I clearly love him, or I would not put up with this bull all the time. Even a simple "I'm sorry baby, I'm really tired. We'll watch it tomorrow. Okay? Happy Anniversary." would suffice. Instead? Nothing. No thank you. No I love you. No I'm sorry.
No Bloody Happy Anniversary.