LogFAQs > #948104807

We don't often to gift exchanges for holidays or birthdays or whatever. But every now and then I find something or feel it's an extra special occasion and want to try to surprise her.

And somehow it gets revealed and ruined in some way every. single. fucking. time.

The time I tried to throw her a surprise party and her dipshit friend called HER and asked her if she could bring her new boyfriend.

The time I was remodeling her room the way she had always wanted, but she decided to come home from her trip days early, so I barely had time to do anything.

Even small things, like making a nice elaborate dinner, she'll call and tell me she's picking up food, I'll have to talk her out of it and by the time I do, it's obvious that I have something "special" planned.

This is our first Christmas since we bought this house and she wasn't expecting anything. I had bought her TONS of shit. I had everything delivered to my work or my mom's house.

Except for ONE item that I had to have shipped directly to the house. Had it scheduled for a day she would be at work. But now her work made her get a non-rapid covid test. So she'll be home and it will be delivered before I'm home.

So I had a bit of a meltdown. Not aimed at her, obviously, because it's not her fault, just the universe fucking me over in general.
Afterwards I realized I could have probably played it off as stuff my mom had sent here for my dad, but I was too frustrated to not a be a fucking idiot, and it's ruined. She knows not to open the box coming tomorrow because it part of her present.

I feel so incredibly deflated. After such a shit year, I was really looking forward to this. She still doesn't know what I got her, or how much I got her, but the actual excitement was for her waking up and finding a bunch of unexpected presents.

Sigh. BlogFAQs
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