With all due respect to the month of February, this wretched day was taking its toll on me. Starting the moment I woke up to find him gone, off to work, head in a microscope as always. Not wanting to bother him about it, I decided to let it go. Did we commit to this? We are married, but does that mean all married couples have to celebrate Saint what's-his-name? Who knows.
Work was a nightmare watching all my co-workers light up when they got their presents. I shouldn't be jealous. I'm not like that! Grumbling through my day, working, running errands, listening to people brag and boast about their day, I felt exhausted and emotionally drained. Stepping into the cold, dark, house, trying to escape the cold, dark, world, I could smell food. Walking into the kitchen I saw what he had done, just for me.
"Happy St- What's-His-Nam-Day!" he said as I cried tears of joy.
Maybe today wasn't so bad.