Y and I celebrated our third wedding anniversary yesterday. I use the term “celebrated” very loosely because we didn’t do anything. He was in Singapore for work so I sent him a text message first thing in the morning to say “happy anniversary”. He replied almost four hours later to say he’d forgotten it was our anniversary. Oh and “happy anniversary” back.
In case you were wondering, I didn’t throw a fit and I wasn’t upset. How could I blame him when I’d forgotten the first anniversary of us getting together and last year’s wedding anniversary? The only reason I remembered this year was because I’d keyed it into my phone. Yes, I am that bad and I am that weird.
I don’t know why, but birthdays and anniversaries really aren’t that big a deal for me. We hear funny stories all the time about how husbands get into trouble for forgetting important dates, which makes me wonder if I’m the only wife who does it too. It’s almost as if God forgot to programme that particular genome into my DNA or something.
I don’t think forgetting an anniversary translates into me not placing an emphasis on my marriage, just like I don’t believe that Y hardly buying me anything (even on my birthdays) means he doesn’t love me. Some people might think I’m being naive, but I love my hubby to bits and I haven’t bought him a birthday or Christmas present in like, three years.
Oh, that’s the other thing, I’m not big on buying pressies either. I can never think of something really good to buy when the time comes, and I don’t see the point of buying something Y won’t use because I’d bought it just for the sake of getting him something. I’d rather buy stuff as and when the thought and need arises, though having said that, both of us rank pretty low on the material wants scale. Having moved four times in three years, I’m trying to minimise my possessions because it’s just way too much hassle carting stuff I don’t really need around. So practical, people tell me, but I think it’s also because gifts just aren’t my love language.
Anyway, back to our wedding anniversary. When I got married, I was a month shy of 23 and hardly any of my peers were married. Now I’m approaching 26 and it’s not that unusual for someone my age to be walking around with a wedding band anymore. I look at my sister and sister-in-law now and think, wow, when I was their age I was already married. No wonder people thought I was crazy. Oh, but it’s been the best time.
One reason a lot of people give for not getting married young is that they want to “play” some more. I sometimes wonder if I will wake up one day and regret tying the knot right out of university.
Only three down. Looking forward to dozens more. Happy anniversary to us.
Happy Anniversary!!!sorry, 1 hr late… :)
i agree with you. marriage or intimate relationships are like what they literally mean after all. it’s really just between 2 people and no one else. and if both can understand the need or the absence of need to do anything or something, that itself will tell you everything is fine… so yeah, forgetting your anniversary, not getting gifts and so forth, you are both forgiven. it’s different for me though. i believe in giving. both intangible and tangible. life’s a choice.
happi anni-anni sogoh!
gosh it is so fast. 3 years have passed us by.
happy anniversary.
thanks much all =)
26 and 3rd year… it is indeed something. i think you’re the earliest married ppl i know (if there is such a term).
whether you will wake up one day regretting for not playing enough? well… at 26… u probably will not feel it yet. after all… it appears you’re still enjoying life!