by jexmas on February 4, 2016

“What am I forgetting?”

“How would I know what you’re forgetting?” you snapped at me. We were trying to leave to go to our friend’s house for his fortieth birthday party. As usual, we were late. And, as usual, you were pissed.

“Well, it’s rhetorical,” I said. “I just feel like there’s something I should have that I don’t.”

“It’s just a party.” Now you were frowning. “How much stuff do you need to take to a party?”

I amaze myself sometimes at how rational I can be. “Well, I have to take my make-up, keys, wallet, phone, checkbook…”

“Checkbook? You’ve got to be kidding. Why do you need your checkbook?”

Grudgingly, I conceded. “Well, okay, not my checkbook, but there is something else. I just know it.”

“We are going to celebrate our good friend’s birthday. They’re waiting for us. Can’t we just leave right now?”

“Birthday! Of course…the present!”

“I’ve got the present,” you said in a very exasperated tone. “It’s already in the car.”

“Don’t get pissy with me,” I said.

“Well, you drive me crazy sometimes.”

“I know I do.” I was haughty. “But you knew that when you married me, so just deal with it.”

You sighed. “I deal with it every day.”

Although I asked the question uncertainly, I already knew the answer. I just wanted to hear you say it. “And you still love me, don’t you?”

Now you laughed. “Yes, yes, yes, I do…Now, can we go?”

“Yes,” I said. “Yes, we can. Whatever it is that wasn’t there doesn’t matter any more.”

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