Valentine's Day.  A day I used to love.  When we were dating, DH always had these great plans for us.  One year he got us surprise tickets to a theater: rented us a hotel room with a Jacuzzi tub, we had dinner before the show, went to the show, had drinks afterwards, it was amazing.  The year he proposed he didn't plan anything and piggy-backed on my cousin's dinner reservations.  I was disappointed but then for obvious reasons he hadn't planned anything because he bought a ring.  After that it was dinner on a rooftop patio and flowers.  He would plan the event and I would help pay for the food/drinks/extras.

Now?

Nothing.  Since we have been married (and since he got a visitation schedule) it's been nothing.  I have yet to receive a single card (birthdays included) that reference "to my Wife".  I was SO excited for our first Valentine's Day as a married couple because I could finally buy a card that said "to my husband" and not cross it out and write "Fiance".  I even made sure to let DH know how excited I was about this.  I had bought him a card and something small for his vehicle. 2017...That was the year Valentine's Day was on a visitation day.  I came home to nothing.  No card, no flowers, no indication that the holiday even existed.  Last year? Nothing because it was the day before a visitation day.  This year I didn't even bother doing anything for him because I was prepared for a let-down.  I was right.  This Valentine's Day (not a visitation day but we have SS this weekend) DH had conferences at SS school.  He called before the conferences and said he would pick up some wine on his way home. 

He ended up getting home later than he said with nothing, ranting and raving about what a good student SS is and how he is "so far beyond his peers" etc.  showing me SS testing scores and just wouldn't shut. up.  Going as far as stating "we have to do something awesome this weekend to reward SS for this" etc.  Then he went on an hour long rant because he showed up at BM house to pick up SS for conferences and BM and family weren't home.  A rant of epic proportions about how he can't wait until SS turns 18 so he doesn't have to deal with BM anymore, etc.  I tried explaining that it was technically BM day, so if she didn't want to go to conferences with SS that it was really up to her.  In one ear, out the other.

  Later on in the evening I even tried bringing up some "us" time *hinthint* and he failed to take a shower (it's been a few days since he's showered, a few months since we've been intimate) so that didn't even happen.

This morning I was getting ready for work (I get up an hour before he does).  Made sure he was awake because his alarm didn't go off when it was supposed to.  He asked what day it was.  I told him "Friday" and "don't forget you have your kid this weekend".  This was a necessary statement because DH has forgotten to pick up SS four times last year.  Those four times were when I didn't remind him.  I didn't want to say anything this morning but I was exhausted and it happened out of reflex...my entire life revolves around what we can and can't do due to this stupid schedule and the restrictions it brings.  There was NO tone, nothing implied, just a statement.  If DH doesn't even know what damn day it is, he isn't going to remember to get his Spawn.  Apparently I did something wrong because DH storms downstairs all pissed off because I said "your kid".  Well WTF DH...it IS "your kid" it sure as shyt isn't MY kid.  Would he rather I say "you have prince SS this weekend" or something to that effect?  He refers to my dog as "your dog", I see nothing wrong with "your kid" if no tone is given.

Needless to say, I am not looking forward to this weekend.  I am going to buy MYSELF some valentine chocolates on sale, and a bottle of sangria, and watch "a star is born".

Oh and the doctor finally called me back after waiting two weeks.  Now she doesn't want to do the surgery.  She wants to treat me with a strong series of antibiotics (one of the three is an injection) and says I have Pelvic Inflammatory Disease even though the testing came  back negative.  I'm having trouble finding an affordable doctor to get a second opinion.  Happy Valentine's Day.