He knows my favorite color is Yellow.
He knows I find it more meaningful to get Yellow Roses, as supposed to Red Roses…
He just stuffs them in an empty vase…and leaves me to fill the vase with water and to take the flowers out of the cellophane and paper wrapping.
But then I saw whatelse he bought….
250ml of Smirnoff Vodka…. as if I wasnt feeling shitty already…
Why was I feeling shitty? He found the need to kept interrupting me while I was sitting in on my shul service this morning, just to ask me if he looked good in his outfit.
I am so over being married! I am so over life!