Remember that picture? If you don't, that's Mr. Banker's 25 birthday gifts of Christmas. Things have been, to say the least, ROUGH between Mr. Banker and I. But I thought after all I did for Mr. Banker, he would do SOMETHING for my birthday. I can't even count the hours I spent coming up with 25 gifts, but I know it took me over 3 hours just to wrap them all.
He didn't even call me to wish me a happy birthday. Last year he was the only person who called to say happy birthday--my parents, grandmother, sisters all just sent a text. And I told him how much it meant to me that he picked up the phone and called. This year, he did text a happy birthday message after I told him he had the day wrong and Sunday, was in fact, my birthday. But he couldn't be bothered when I asked him to bring me food or advil later in the day.
I'm really hurt and just feel so unimportant to him.