For the first time ever, I forgot yesterday was the anniversary.
Gift, card sat on the kitchen table, and I was like –
“What’s this for?”
Could be – I am stressed over the little thing.
Could be – I am fretting over the upcoming birthday.
Could be – I am turning into a man [per Max.]
In any case, consumed with guilt, I ran out shopping at lunch and bought him the wrong thing.
Which I have to return today.
Yeah, maybe I am turning into a man.