Yesterday was the better-half’s birthday. His mother didn’t send him a card. Instead she called and whined at him even after he told her he was exhausted from hauling concrete around and was in a bad mood. It wasn’t until after 9pm that she left a message telling him happy birthday. Of course, the rest of the message was a whine about how she was feeling. Blow it out your ear, lady.
This is not the first time she’s blown off his birthday. I’m sick of how unfair the world is in that someone who bends over backwards to do the right thing for the majority of people he meets gets slapped in the back of the head.
Tonight we’re going out to dinner for his birthday with his mother. I suggested to her that she take him out at a place in the town where she lives. I should have known this would happen, but she asked him to make the reservation.
So, I’ll be putting on my big girl pants and instead of throttling her over the table tonight, I’ll just eat my dinner and smile pleasantly.