At 2:30 a.m. TC is returning home from the bar job, I’m sound asleep. He turns the lights on full and bounds into the bedroom, throws himself on top on me, kisses me on the cheek, wishes me happy birthday and just as quickly leaves the room. It’s dark again. Later, he will silently enter, crawl into bed, snuggle up to me and fall asleep.
This morning, I stumble out to my office area and there is a beautifully wrapped present sitting on the desk with a card and fresh flowers. The card title (shown in photo above), “thank goodness that’s over with”. Over with my a**, I gonna toast his little brown butt something serious. The card has a tender little note and he signs off “Love, Christopher (Tiger Cub)”. To make matters worse, he’s bought me an expensive gift. I think I’m gonna cry.