Thursday evening my husband told me that he had made plans for me for Mother's Day... all day, he emphasized. Friday I asked if he had spoken to the kids at all. After all, at the very least they would need dad to cough up some money so they could buy cards or do something. He said he would and that he had planned to take us all out to breakfast for Mother's Day and then make me a nice dinner. I asked if he might want to take a drive up to the mountains after breakfast, he said we could but that he would have to postpone putting a Kindle on lay-away for me since gas is so expensive. I agreed because I was slightly miffed that he would wait until the day before Mother's Day to put a Kindle on lay-away, I manage our finances and know it could have been done at least a week or more ago and it might have made for a nice thoughtful surprise considering I mentioned it casually around Christmas.

In retrospect I have a sneaking suspicion that dragging me down to Best Buy to put the Kindle on lay-away was part of his festivities for the day. Not only do I hate going to Best Buy, but I also detest being dragged along to purchase gifts intended for me. Especially when "lay-away" doesn't count as "purchase".

Sunday morning I got up, my husband was still snoring. I got ready to go out for breakfast. It was 9am and clearly, we were running out of "breakfast" time. I came downstairs to find the kitchen a mess and my older children gone. I went back upstairs - husband still snoring. I went back to my desk and played some games on Facebook and dinked around on the computer, then went back upstairs to do my youngest daughter's hair. It was 10:30, my husband was still snoring and my kids came in from shopping.

It would seem that my husband waited until Saturday night to mention picking up cards or a gift or something for me. He didn't even tell them about breakfast on Sunday. By the time he got up and got ready it was noon and we headed out for lunch. He had selected a restaurant that HE had been wanting to try for breakfast... only no one ordered breakfast considering it was after noon.

After lunch we drove to the hospital where his mother had been admitted the day before (nothing that serious, she was having trouble breathing he visited her on Saturday and she was chatty Cathy - so much for trouble breathing), he left us waiting in the parking lot for over an hour while he stopped off at the gift shop and bought his mother flowers and went in to visit.

As we pulled out of the parking lot he said to me, "Mom asked what you got for mother's day (because after a 2 year absence from our lives, clearly, she was owed a nicer present, I'm sure) and I told her you got a Kindle." He smirked and laughed at this as his mother, the week before, had told him that if he bought her a kindle she would go live in a retirement facility. I said, "You're joking, right?" He said, "Of course I am, I wouldn't tell her that."

But it would seem it was totally acceptable to make the joke to me when obviously - he hadn't bought me so much as a card for Mother's Day - but his mother got flowers. The woman who gave him three children - nothing. The woman who stabbed him in the back repeatedly and disappeared for over 2 years while ganging up with my psycho mother - fresh flowers from the not-exactly-cheap gift shop.

We took a drive up to the mountains as we drove back into town he said, "Hmm, I'm not all that hungry after that big lunch. Do you guys want to do leftovers for dinner?" He followed that up by asking if I wanted to pick up some beer at the store.

We came home and I went upstairs, showered and crawled into bed. He knew I was hurt and upset so instead of doing something about it he proceeded to compare me to my mother, told me I do this "at all the holidays" and is now going on 24 hours of ignoring me completely. As I type this he is in the kitchen (freshly cleaned after I made a beautiful pasta dinner) restringing his fishing pole. He's either planning on fishing after work or he's prepping the pole for the fishing tournament he's been PLANNING for the WHOLE FAMILY to attend for the last month. I booked a camping site at the lake weeks ago.

That's right... he can plan WEEKS in advance for a fishing tournament, send the kids out the night before Mother's Day for a card, and buy his mother fresh flowers for Mother's Day.

It will be a cold, cold day in hell before he ever gets laid.