Today’s our 1st wedding anniversary!
We’ve never actually celebrated an anniversary before, so this’ll be our first celebration. And I have to admit, I’m kinda glad we never celebrate anniversaries or valentines day, or anything like that. I just hate the pressure it puts upon you to MAKE THINGS SPECIAL!!! It gives me anxiety. It even caused fight last night between us… He was in a bit of bad mood so to lighten things up I thought I’d start a conversation about all the fun things we could do the next day (today). So I said, “What do you want to do tomorrow?” And Aaron, feeling under as much pressure as I am to MAKE THINGS SPECIAL read that question as, “So what do you have planned for me? Because the one thing you previously mentioned isn’t good enough. I want MOAR SPECIALNESS.” And then he blew up at me, leaving me totally confused.
When talking through it, after all the butt-hurt on my end wore off, we realized that he was reacting to an all too common stereotype; where it’s all on the man to wine and dine and buy flowers and shower the girl with special gifts and surprises all in the effort to try and make her happy, while the girl just sits there and gets pampered. At least that’s how it’s portrayed by the media. But I work really hard to blast that stereotype, and ALL relationship stereotypes (especially as they pertain to women) out of the water. Like I mentioned before, he’s off the hook for any and all anniversaries (except this one), he’s off the hook for Valentine’s day and I plan all of my own birthdays. But for some reason he failed to remember all of that. I’m telling you it’s the pressure of MOAR SPECIALLNESS that really fucks with your head.
After the fight had blown over, Aaron had apologized for being a total idiot and I slapped him upside the head a few good times, I told him that our neighbor CoCo was coming up to watch yet another Disney movie with me. And Aaron went, “Wait, wait wait, let’s just play devil’s advocate here — if I were to make plans with someone of the eve of our anniversary without asking you if it’s okay, I think I might get in trouble.” And I looked at him like he was a crazy person and said, “Now that’s ridiculous. You don’t get an “anniversary eve,” this is not Christmas, you don’t get a whole season of this shit. I can barely take one entire day of romance.” And then he remembered, ‘Oh yeah, you’re a total dude!’ I don’t know why or how he forgot, maybe because I expressed any interest AT ALL about the silliness of an anniversary. But the guy who once had to tell me, “Megan, you are NOT a dude with a vagina,” had totally forgotten that I happen to think I was a dude with a vagina.
Anyway, what was my point? I don’t know. I guess it’s just that, I’m glad we’ve reached a year together and that it’s been relatively easy. I’ve been looking forward to this day for a long time. I have a couple really nice and romantic things planned for him. But I can’t wait until it’s over.