So several weeks ago, hubs and I discussed the horrible anniversary and we both agreed to a do over. We were going to pick another day and make pretend it was our anniversary and try again.
Believe it or not this one turned out WAY worse than the first one.
Me (a little over a week ago): Well the kid is going away this weekend so Saturday would be a great day for our Anniversary Redux. Let do dinner, possibly a movie but generally make a point of spending the day doing stuff together.
Hubs: (on Thursday night after I had an IV and was severely brain fogged): Hey, can I go out to the movies with my guy friend on Saturday night?
Me: Sure. (I very rarely say no to these requests since it isn't fair to lock him up in the house just because I'm sick.)
Friday, Me: Hey!?!?! We were supposed to go out for our anniversary on Saturday.
Hubs: Yeah, but I asked you about the movie with J. and you said okay. I just figured we could go out on Sunday instead.
Me: But kid will be back then.
Hubs: He is old enough. He can feed himself. (We usually always have family dinners.)
Saturday comes and I'm fuming mad. Hubs tells me that the sewer is backed up and that we have to get a repair guy in there to clear the line that goes from the house to the street. This is 3pm.
I get on the town local's Facebook page and ask who should I call. Turns out the town will come and fix it for free. I tell hubs and he calls and gets an answering service. 4pm we get a call back. Will be there in half an hour. Sure enough he shows up about 4:30pm. Hubs is out buying me a sub for dinner. I show the guy the pit in the backyard that accesses the line to the street. The pit is almost 3' deep but is full to the brim with brown water and smells disgusting. He drags his gear over and asks me for an outlet for his gear. I get the outdoor outlets working and plug his equipment in. He starts work.
Hubs gets back hands me my sub; goes in the backyard and hands the guy the last of his cash (the service itself was free); comes back in and raids my wallet for his night out with his friend. Oh and he is going to see the new science fiction movie in 3D that I would just love. He leaves.
I eat my sub. I keep checking on the worker. Keep asking him if he needs anything. He needs an extension cord so I run and go find that. When he plugs in his gear, it pops the breaker. I have to run into the garage, find the breaker and try to reset it. (At this point I knew I was cooked. I have severe CFS and here I am pretending that I'm a normal person.) I run back out to the deck and still no power so I take the extension cord and run it from the kitchen out to the deck so that he has power and the cats can't get outside. I go back to watching TV and the cat falls asleep on top of me.
About an hour later he knocks on the door and says he can't clear it so I go out into the yard with him for a chat. I call hubs and ask him if the pit was full when he dug the shit out of it earlier. "No." So I tell the guy and we both decide that maybe the mainline in the road needs clearing out. He leaves to get another guy to help him out.
By 6pm on the day of my anniversary redux, I'm staring at two town sewer trucks in the middle of my street flushing the main sewer line. My entire house smells of sewage even though nothing actually backed up into the house itself. I'm talking to the cat because I'm in the house all by myself. Back to watching reruns of Elementary.
7pm and I'm on the deck watching the two guys trying to clear out the line from the house to the street. They need a garden hose and running water. Off I go to the shed. Drag out the lawnmower so that I can get into the shed. Drag out the hoses. Untangle one and hope that it doesn't leak. Drag it over to the faucet. Get it hooked up and turned on. Drag it over to the far side of the deck. Untangle it three or four times so that water will actually go through it. Place it away from the power strip so that the guys don't get electrocuted. I collapse on one of the deck chairs. One of the guys asks where hubs got to. I told him he went off to the movies. Stunned the guy asked me "You mean he left you here all by yourself to deal with this?" and he didn't even know how sick I am. Then the whole thing struck me: this was supposed to be my anniversary redo and I'm here breathing in sewer stink helping the workers while able bodied hubs is off watching a new scifi movie with his friend. What the F is wrong with this picture!?!?
In the irony of all ironies, I'm again eating a meatball sub on my "anniversary" and smelling sewage, just like a month ago. Only this time I'm alone. At least I'm not in a sports bar this time and the town sewer workers turned out to be really nice guys. Hubs on the other hand.... What in f'n hell!?!
I'm done. I give up. I'm not planning anything. I don't want to go out. I don't give a crap. If he wanted to take our anniversary redo seriously then he would have never gone out with his friend. He managed to place the whole thing on my shoulders claiming that I gave him permission to blow it off. Then me, the sicko, got to stay home with the sewer backup exerting way more energy than I have spoons for while he goes out. I'm vacillating between being really angry and not giving a shit anymore.
Strangely we are getting along really well. Probably because I didn't pop a cork and he got to do what he wanted. In the meantime, I feel vaguely used and slightly depressed. Oh and I found a gorgeous loft in Chelsea.