Is it okay to be mad that my husband has never bought me daffodils, even though I've told him a million times that they're my favorite flower and specifically told him that I expect him to get them for me? I mean, they cost like $3 a bunch. It already takes all the romance out of it if I have to tell him to get them for me, but he could have at least had some waiting for me when I got home from Ohio. He said he tried to last week but they didn't have them at the grocery store, and "it's the thought that counts, right?" Um, no! In this case, the thought doesn't count! Make an effort!
Masquerading as a normal person day after day is exhausting.