Strange birthday feeling
So Nic (my soon-to-be-ex-wife) turned 29 yesterday, and I have to admit the whole thing was a bit wierd for me. She was working in the pub, and I have been rather stubborn about still drinking there. Why should I change my habits? I did nothing wrong! etc. etc.
Enough of the vitriol. I am completely at a loss at how one should approach the situation of the ex-partner's birthday. If anyone knows, please tell me. I'm certain there must be an established protocol, there will be an instruction in some etiquette manual I'm sure.
As it was, I saw her having a pint with a friend, gave her a kiss and a cuddle and wished her happy birthday, and that was pretty much it. I attempted conversation, but seeing as she has not been speaking to me for 3 months, there wasn't much chance. I suppose I should be happy with the slightly uneasy physical contact.
I didn't get her a card though. Or a present. Actually the second one is not strictly true, but it got sent back. Again, maybe I should have got a card and not wandered over and said Hi. I really don't know.
Maybe I should have sat on the other side of the room and hurled abuse and faecal matter. This was the suggestion of some of my friends. It is odd, because I don't feel as bitter or angry as they all think I should. I see that as something of a negative emotion. The worst I feel now, is sad at the demise of what I still think was quite a good match.
This, unsurprisingly left me a touch melancholy. Still, I got to work today, and found that the Health and Safety manager has decided, in his role as the responsible person, that I have to write a training manual, and a preventative maintenance schedule, for the bins. I shit you not, the bloody bins. I laughed so hard I snotted a bit on my white coat.
Enough of the vitriol. I am completely at a loss at how one should approach the situation of the ex-partner's birthday. If anyone knows, please tell me. I'm certain there must be an established protocol, there will be an instruction in some etiquette manual I'm sure.
As it was, I saw her having a pint with a friend, gave her a kiss and a cuddle and wished her happy birthday, and that was pretty much it. I attempted conversation, but seeing as she has not been speaking to me for 3 months, there wasn't much chance. I suppose I should be happy with the slightly uneasy physical contact.
I didn't get her a card though. Or a present. Actually the second one is not strictly true, but it got sent back. Again, maybe I should have got a card and not wandered over and said Hi. I really don't know.
Maybe I should have sat on the other side of the room and hurled abuse and faecal matter. This was the suggestion of some of my friends. It is odd, because I don't feel as bitter or angry as they all think I should. I see that as something of a negative emotion. The worst I feel now, is sad at the demise of what I still think was quite a good match.
This, unsurprisingly left me a touch melancholy. Still, I got to work today, and found that the Health and Safety manager has decided, in his role as the responsible person, that I have to write a training manual, and a preventative maintenance schedule, for the bins. I shit you not, the bloody bins. I laughed so hard I snotted a bit on my white coat.
posted by Al Dawes at
1:11 AM
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