For my birthday, my husband sent me a wilted bouquet from the trash can, and I had to get back at him for such a “wonderful” gift.
On my birthday, a withering bouquet was given to me.
“Where are the flowers from?” I said coldly. to my husband. From our trash can?
What’s the problem? Some idiot threw them away too soon. My partner calmly stated, “They will last for another two weeks.” — Those flowers are beautiful.
What I heard startled me.
— Really? You gave me flowers in the trash can. Do I merit that?
Actually, it’s not a gift for you. I said I was not going to supply anything. “Just for display,” he shrugged.
That’s when I lost it:
I’m tired of you being so cheap! What are you going to bring next time? Are there any leftovers? Do you think it’s normal?
What’s the problem? Flowers are flowers. Furthermore, he noted that they were outside the container rather than within.
I was so disgusted that I said nothing. I just walked to my room. We cried for a long time. I apologize to myself.
Before discarding the flowers himself and going back to where they had been, he kept them in the house for a few more days.
I overcame my rage. But forgetting is not the same as forgiving. I decided to give him a “gift” on his anniversary that he would definitely remember because of this.
Two months had passed. Alexey’s 40th birthday was honored. Superstitious, he claimed that celebrating was “not customary.”
I promised him a gift and congratulated him in a note.
I got home early and ceremoniously laid the table.
He approached nine o’clock. I looked at the table and replied, “You didn’t need to go to such trouble.”
It wouldn’t hurt to have a little celebration, I thought. I also got you a present! — I exclaimed with delight and rushed into the room.
I came back with a box tied with red ribbon and handed it to him.
— What is this? — He shook the box around.
“Open it and find out,” I answered with a smile.
He opened the lid, took off the ribbon, and looked inside out of curiosity.
It was hilarious to watch his expression change.
He withdrew a sock with two fingers and asked angrily, “Socks and… underwear? — Why was it faded and tagless? Have they been worn previously?
Yes. It’s not always necessary to buy new things! I bought them at a bargain store, — I smiled deliberately in response.
“How did you even consider that?” he replied angrily. … and flung the parcel to the floor.
I looked at him calmly and said:
In the same way, you considered giving me flowers from the trash can.
