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11th May
2011
written by Dame Suzy

This is what several articles and talk shows have discussed. That 31,000 women last year signed up on AshleyMadison.com to find an alternative mate due to disappointment on the day they are supposed to be appreciated.

I can relate. My Mother’s Day was the shiitiest on record. No gift from my grade schooler, no one in the family even told me Happy Mother’s Day except my own mother, and because my man had chosen the night before to stay up late working, the next morning as I got up, he said don’t wake me till two. Which meant I had to go to the grocery store myself so the family wouldn’t starve. I had to vacuum the mess from a two-day-old sleepover my daughter would not pick up herself, and a few other things happened that sucked.

I tried to salvage the day by taking my son to the pool, and my man came a little later, and it was nice. He then barbecued steaks and lamb chops and made Israeli cous-cous and sauteed mushrooms.

But by the time we’d gone to the fancy grocery store, of course their delicious fruit tarts had been sold out, so I was expecting him to bring one home the next day on his way back from his afternoon date with a very average chick. But to my surprise at 7pm, disappointment at 8:00, annoyance at 8:30, and anger at 9:00, I decided to stop waiting for him to come home. I started getting ready to go out at 10:30, adrenaline pumping, and by 11:15 I was ready to go but he came home (almost 8 hours after he’d left) and forced me to talk about it, called me irrational and blowing things way out of proportion when my voice rose.

I left with him still trying to talk to me in the garage, and I yelled out that I wasn’t taking my phone.

Had I not had a GYN appointment the next day, or had I been sluttier or less mature, I may have gotten drunk and hooked up with some guy. But I instead went on a search for a good fruit dessert. By 1:00am I was home with a mediocre but consolation piece of blueberry lemon cake. And I made my man wake up to take the kids to school the next morning.

I’ve decided not to wait around for him anymore. I have to get out more, be an individual again, and screw motherhood.

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