Ok. Three weeks ago, the wife tells me she wants me to plan this entire valentines day out for a romantic evening. I told her I wanted to plan it out together. She continued to nag off and on about how she wanted me to do everything, and I continually told her I thought that V-day was best for both of us to do something. So anyways, I had planned on taking her Ice-skating after dinner, because she really likes that, but it was so freaking cold, I just couldn't. So I scratched that part of my plan... Anyways, she said she would take care of the morning on V-Day (I was off work) and I would take care of the evening.
So she made me stay in bed while she cooked me some waffles and eggs, and I ate them in bed. I enjoyed it, but that was it. So I got my wife a boutique of flowers, two cards, and a big heart of chocolate... and then took her out to Hereford House for a big juicy steak without the kids for dinner... I didn't make reservations, so we had to wait an hour. No biggie I thought. We laughed and talked while we waited and seemed to have a good time.
Totally rockin' steaks! BTW... But that's off topic ;)
On the way back home, I was told I was an ******* for not having anything more romantic planned, and than when we started fighting because she wanted me to plan out a totally romantic evening, and I hadn't. I told her that I had planned on taking her ice skating, but the single digit weather made it too cold. (I'm hypersensitive to the cold, after having caught Hypothermia twice in my younger days) I asked what she wanted to do, and was told that it was too late for anything. I was told I ruined her entire day, and after a few choice words, we haven't spoken since.
Oh boy. What a great V-day huh?
Am I an *******? She demanded that I be romantic, and when it didn't go according to her "Idea's" of romantic, she threw this huge fit. At least that's how I see it.
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