Valentine's Day is slowly becoming one of those days that I don't look forward to. My wife has sucked all the enjoyment out of it over the years because she's never cared for it. I'm not sure if that's because may she never had a Valentines Day with anyone before me or not.
Last year I finally gave up trying to do anything special because it was more stressful than anything. Finding a sitter, go out to eat, come home and still put the kid to bed, and then the night is derailed and in bed. So why bother? So we decided we'd start treating more of a family day like Dave and Busters where we can all eat and my son can go play some games or something. Fine easy enough.
Here's what has me annoyed though. I chose to work until noon this morning. The first text I get is "Happy Valentine's Day. Love You". Please don't mention it like that because that is the extent of the effort she puts into the day. Second, I get annoyed seeing all the posts everywhere about it because part of me wants that special day where someone actually invests some effort into me. Let's face it, as a man, my needs are minimal. You all know what I mean. Third thing, is even we were trying to do something, maybe a little effort. Like some excitement to go home and be alone, maybe some underwear other than the same old shot from the rest of our lives. Maybe some effort into my satisfaction that he always gets his in the end, so no see to make it a priority. At the very least anyway, because despite not putting an stock in the day, she at least gets her flowers delivered and an expensive gold dipped rose each year. Also the dumb questions and guilt trips from every motherfucker who asks what my plans on for the day for my wife and I tell them not doing anything, as if I should still go above and beyond.
Forgive me for complaining, but I keep hoping there comes a moment where genuinely pleasing me is my wife's actual goal and not just getting through it. Like sex last night, never sure if she's into it or what, but when all the efforts on me, almost rather jerk off, just as satisfying and less stressful. Just think, 2 and half more months until our anniversary so I can be let down again.
