"The estranged one" made an appearance today. He brought me a birthday gift. How nice! It was only a day late, and this is what it was, a sappy birthday card with a twenty dollar bill inside.
I handed back the money and told him that I didn't want it. I also threw the sappy card into the garbage while he watched. Perhaps I was wrong, but this gift thoroughly disgusted me. Am I really supposed to believe that any of the sappy sentiments contained in that card were genuine coming from him? Pardon me, but I'm not that stupid. I'm dumb enough to hand back cash, but that's as far as my stupidity goes. A man who meant any of the sentiments in that card would have known that something as inexpensive as this little "pup in a cup" from the local Dollar Tree store would bring me greater pleasure than any amount of cash!
(The pup was given to me by my son, Mike.)
It's a crying shame that my 13 year-old son knows me better than my so-called husband!
Let's face it. The best gift he could give me for any occasion would be a friendly divorce. I wish that I could make him understand.
