Peter, being the nonexpressive and uncommunicative person that he is, didn’t get me anything for Mother’s Day or even wished me Happy Mother’s Day early enough before I threw a full tantrum.
My mom always said the kind of person you marry dictates the kind of life you live. Peter is not the most romantic person I know by a long shot but to do absolutely nothing, especially after all that we went though, was just unacceptable. I felt sad, angry and hurt. We spent the day not talking to each other.
In the afternoon I fell peacefully asleep with baby Owen on the futon. This is the perfect little angel who made me a mom. This is all.
Desires are inexhaustible, I vow to end them.