Our 22nd anniversary will be on September 14th. This past weekend, H made plans.
But not with me.
He has decided to go out of town golfing for the whole weekend. I only found this out when we were talking about the kids’ schedule. It didn’t hit me until about 24 hours later, probably because I haven’t been feeling well.
Now I’m feeling better. Physically anyway. I will admit to having a bit of an owie over this one. Somewhere in between stomach spasms I recall him asking if that weekend would be OK for him to go out of town, but it didn’t really click until this afternoon.