2) The bastard deserved it. He didn't buy me a birthday present even after our children begged him to take them to the mall to pick out something from them. That's right. Begged him repeatedly. Not even cake or a card. And I did natural childbirth, people. 3X. And extended breastfeeding. A total of 48 months.
So I started drinking and bloghopping that night. Alone. Yes, a bad sign, I know. Then friends showed up unexpectedly--Couple and then Third Friend Mostly Spouse's. And then Spouse came home.
We all drank together and soon I was crying into my Two-Hearted Ale. Literally. I felt like a complete idiot spewing our lack of a two-hearted marriage and worried the next day that our friends wouldn't be around us any longer.
But the next day, we were invited over to the couples' house for dinner. Wife gave me a wonderful plant. Husband burned me a Flogging Molly CD. When I returned home, I found that Third Friend Mostly Spouse's had left a book for me called Emptiness Dancing by Adyashanti. (I may be godless, but I'm not without spirit).
After two years of breastfeeding you didn't think I'd show my cleavage, did you? That would take a Blog Behind The Blog Behind The Blog.