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24 days ago
GuyAwks
Forget Me Anniversary Not
What kind of husband goes and forgets an anniversary?
And not just any anniversary. Our 10 year anniversary.
I didn’t want to have to remind Stephen about it. I wanted him to remember it on his own, to show me he cared about our partnership. But lo and behold, come morning when I kíss him goodbye for work and asked if he’d planned anything for today—he hadn’t. He just read his newspaper like it was any other day, with no hint of reaction.
Watching him drive off with no acknowledgement of today’s occasion, I felt so disappointed. I even pulled out my phone to call up our marriage counselor, Dr Faulkner, to talk through my feelings and book an appointment for us. But, just my luck, he wasn’t picking up.
So instead, I swallow my discontent and got our two kids ready for school. All throughout doing my daily household chores, I held out hope that Stephen might ring me to wish me, or have a bouquet delivered, or even pop home to whisk me off for a fancy lunch. Anything to show he’d suddenly remembered our special day was a decade ago.
But the significance of March 2nd clearly meant nothing to him, as no such gesture came.
By the time Stephen got home from the office late in the evening, I couldn’t hide my annoyance anymore.
Not wanting to even be arоund him, I stormed out to my car in the garage to drive off and get some space. That’s when I heard the muffled sound coming from the trunk. Curious, I cranked open the boot to see…Dr Faulker—bound, gagged and terrıfıed.
“Happy anniversary, honey” purred Stephen’s voıce from behind me.
I whirled around, my heart aflutter and a wıde, joyful smıle on my face.
“Oh Stephen, you did remember! And with a personal touch, you shouldn’t have.”
Swooning, I ripped the gag off our helpless victim.
“Stephen, Janice…p-please let me go!” Dr Faulkner gasped in sweaty confusion. “What are you doing?!”
“He’s been in there since yesterday,” Stephen informed me. “I knew you’d find your anniversary gift eventually.”
“Anniversary?!” yelped Dr Faulkner. “I-isn’t your wedding anniversary in November!?”
To this we just laughed, plunging our kn1ves into him repeatedly—like we had with so many ınnocent before.
What better way to celebrate the anniversary of the first time we mvrdered someone?