We were celebrating our 40th anniversary with our children & close family and my husband offered a toast in which he toasted to the 5 hours he had to drive home to celebrate our first anniversary. Nothing about our life together. Then, on Christmas morning for the first time there was nothing for me under the tree. Instead, there was a big box that contained 3 smaller boxes of butternut squash soup from my son's dog. He said, "I figured there had to be something under the tree for you". He did get me a warm loving card from the store, but all other years, he made me a nice card with very loving thoughts written by him. At our anniversary which was 2 months earlier, I chocked it up to him not thinking although I was hurt. Now, I am so sad everyday. Am I being overly sensitive?
Good Morning Wednesday 13th May 2026
Being asked for an honest opinion
To be really irritated by chefs over praising their own food?
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