Todd, my husband, turned 35, and I had planned a fancy dinner for him. But just before the guests came, he skipped the party to watch the game at a bar. What did you do next?
To put it simply, I won. After six years of marriage, you’d think Todd would learn to be thankful, but he hasn’t. I would throw my whole heart and soul into his birthday every year, but he would never notice.
But this year, he felt even more entitled than usual. Six years. That’s how long I’ve been married to Todd.
It’s not all bad in our relationship, don’t get me wrong. Todd can be very nice when he wants to, and we’ve had a great time together. There is one thing about him, though, that really angers me.
His right to it. Let’s look at last Thanksgiving. Todd came up with the great idea of having a dinner for both of our families.
He said it at breakfast one day with a big grin, as if he had just fixed the world’s hunger problem. “Claire,” he said, “I believe we should host Thanksgiving this year.”
I said, “Okay.” “That sounds good.”
Todd played fantasy football for two weeks while I planned and got ready. I roasted the turkey, made side foods, and even baked two pies for the big day.
And Todd? He brought the cooler full of beer into the living room. That’s it.
As everyone talked about how great the food and decorations were after dinner, Todd thought it was time to take the lead on everything. He said, “I’m glad you all love it.” “This year I wanted it to be different.”
I guess he didn’t notice me. That’s all there is to say about Todd.
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