I never knew a forgotten anniversary could slap harder than betrayal until I saw the look on his face when he realized he had forgotten. Blank. Confused. Like a man who’s just seen a pregnancy test and isn’t sure who the father is.Our seventh anniversary came like any other day. I woke up early. Made breakfast with extra love.
Even wore his favourite leggings, the ones he says distract him from TV. But he didn’t notice. Not even a side smile. I waited. And waited. Until I finally said, “Babe, do you know what today is?”He blinked. Then said, “Tuesday?”I nearly threw the tea thermos at him.But I swallowed the rage and said nothing.To read more,click here
