Before I saw the expression on his face when he realised he had forgotten, I had no idea that a missed anniversary could hurt more than betrayal. Nothing. Perplexed. Similar to a man who is unsure about the paternity after seeing a pregnancy test. Like any other day, our seventh anniversary arrived. I got up early. Extra affection was put into making breakfast. Even his favoured leggings, which he claims divert his attention from TV, were worn.
However, he was unaware. Not even a grin on the side. I waited and bided my time. Until I said, “Baby, do you know what today is?” at last. He blinked. said, “Tuesday?” after that. I almost tossed the tea thermos in his direction. However, I suppressed my anger and remained silent. Until his phone buzzed on the table when he was taking a shower later that evening. Now, I don’t like to pry. But I followed the spirit. And there it was. To read more click here.
