Saturday, November 19, 2011

He Aint No Santa Claus

I would like to start this blog by saying that I have an amazing husband who loves me dearly. he isnt romantic in any way, but I know that I am the love of his life and he is mine. he is an amazing father to our kids and a great provider. I love him with all of my heart and would not trade him for the world. On that note-

My husband is the worst gift giver in the history of gifts. I am serious, his gift giving is just atrocious. For my wedding gift to him I gave him a pocket watch (which he had told me he ALWAYS wanted one) engraved with our wedding date on it. His gift to me? A vase. Yup, a $20 glass vase with no flowers from target. For our first Valentines day? He gave me a 4 inch glass rose on a stand that he purchased from a smoke shop "because it will never die." Sweet right? The kicker? He gave his mom the same exact thing. He has not given me a valentines gift since. Other heinous gifts have been a robe that was way too small, cheap jewelry from Walmart that was too small, a few pillows, a blanket, and once in a while I buy myself something and tell him that its from him. I have bought him fishing trips for he and a friend, fishing reels and poles, nice jackets, movies, games, stuff for his beloved fish tank, and everything else he has "always wanted". I am a wonderful gift giver. This Christmas I was planning on getting him the electric drum set he has been silently drooling over.

Tonight he went to the store to pick a few things up and my oldest daughter asked him to get her a "surprise." He then asked me, with the slightest bit of dread, if I would like anything. Of course my response was "Sure!" I am a sucker for surprise gifts! Oh wait, no I'm not because I never get them, but of course I let myself get my hopes up thinking he just MIGHT have something in mind that I would love or possibly even like. So I sat here at home thinking of all of the lovely things he could get me.

Now I need to explain last night for this one. last night my husband wanted to watch a new movie my Dad gave him. I had NO interest in watching it, so i told him that since we dont have a DVD player in the bedroom that he would have to watch it in the living room, and that I would go to bed and watch some TV. Sounded like a great deal to me! I get to snuggle in bed all alone watching whatever I want? Yes please!! I ended up falling asleep before he made it to bed. Now back to the other story-

So as I was sitting on the couch waiting for him to get home I was thinking of all of the things he could possible get me, like some pajamas or slippers, maybe a bottle of wine, a new wallet that I told him I needed earlier today, then he walks in the door with a bag. He hands me the bag and gives the kids their surprise, fun coloring books! YAY! My surprise? A DVD player. Now, let me tell you something. I am not a big movie watcher. There is a movie ONCE IN A GREAT WHILE that I am dying to see, but I never actually buy movies. I will watch them once On Demand, and then if i ever have the desire to watch it again, I will go buy it. My husband on the other hand buys and watches movies like its his job. I cant tell you a movie that has come out in the past few years that he hasnt watched. This DVD player has just come between me and my alone time DAMN IT!

I know you are thinking that he bought it so we can watch them TOGETHER, but still, thats not a gift for ME. That is for him, 100%. Of course I have to tell you that I have the WORST game face ever. I mean the WORST! So when I opened the bag and saw the DVD player I said "this isnt for me, right?" His response? "i knew you wouldnt like it." WELL THEN WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU BUY IT FOR ME? If he bought it for HIMSELF I wouldnt have minded in the least bit. I would have said "Awesome! I hope you like it!" but for me? NO.

I HAVE giving hints, I have TOLD him what I would like. I have written down my ring/necklace/bracelet size for him. I am a girly girl in most senses and would LOVE a beautiful piece of jewelry (that fits)! I am getting sick of his bologna excuses that he isn't good at buying gifts. I just want him to TRY once in a while... It makes me feel unappreciated and like he doesn't think of me. I wish I could accept that he will never be able to buy me a good gift, but in all honesty, its just not going to happen. I would rather get nothing than the first thing on the end of the aisle at Target because its my birthday and he hasn't gotten me a gift. Thanks for reading.


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