I asked if we were still going out tomorrow for my birthday. He said he was thinking Buffalo Wild Wings. I said I wanted the Mexican place by Home Depot. Then he started talking about wanting to watch the fight instead and said he didn’t know why I wanted Mexican. I reminded him that he was the one who suggested taking me out for my birthday. Then he said he didn’t remember saying that, thought I just didn’t want to cook, forgot because he’s exhausted, and even thought I was talking about his birthday. When I pointed out he was making my birthday about what he wanted, he compared me to his ex, told me I don’t know what he goes through at work, and said my job is easy and he could do it better. I told him he’d never last a day in customer service. I finally said, “Whatever. I don’t even care anymore.” I finished dinner, and he refused his plate, shoved it back on the counter, and walked into the bedroom. Happy birthday to me, I guess.