My family did not forget only my birthday; they had spent years forgetting that I was a person with plans, talent, and a life outside their needs. That night, I bought something that forced all four of them to remember.
By six o’clock, I could no longer pretend my husband and three sons had remembered my birthday.
At breakfast, I told myself they were distracted.
My husband, Brad, had an early meeting. Our firstborn son, Pete, was rushing to work.
Mike, the middle son, was looking for his missing gym bag, which I had told him was hanging on the chair.
Justin, our lastborn son, was complaining that we were out of his favorite cereal.
None of them said happy birthday.
By lunch, I had received two emails from stores, one message from my dentist, and nothing from my family.
Still, I made excuses.
Maybe they were planning something.
Maybe Brad had told the boys to act normal.
Maybe that was why he had not even kissed me before leaving.
I spent the afternoon preparing dinner.
I made fresh pasta because it was my favorite.
I started a sauce with roasted tomatoes, garlic, basil, and cream.
I ordered balloons myself because I had learned years earlier that if I wanted the house decorated, I had to decorate it.
At 6:00 p.m., Brad texted me.
“Hey, hon, gonna stop at that Renaissance show the boys have been meaning to go to for the past two weeks. Probably gonna be home late. Will bring you something. Just make dinner for yourself.”
I stared at the message.
Then I typed, “Are you serious?”
His reply came almost immediately.
“Well, I don’t take care of the boys, you’re upset. I finally take them out somewhere so you can have an evening of rest, and you’re upset. It’s like I can’t please you no matter what. Just take the chance and go watch ‘Love Island.’ Love you.”
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