Okay. So this post is inspired by this one. I pit my new boyfriend for not buying me a Xmas present! - The BBQ Pit - Straight Dope Message Board
Regardless of what anybody thinks of that OP’s issues, I do wonder…what are the “guidelines” on issues like this?
I ask because I just “celebrated” (and by that I mean “observed”) the fact that as of three days ago I have been single for six months.
I was in an exclusive serious relationship for eight years.
In those eight years, I received perhaps two birthday cards, two Christmas gifts, and IIRC, two Valentine’s day presents. Cards. Something. Anything.
I should make it clear that I told him from the beginning that birthdays/holidays are very important to me, because that’s how I was raised (waking up to balloons on the ceiling, cards, presents, sleepovers, etc.) and that even though I know it’s kinda silly, a handwritten card, or a little gift (stuffed animal, candy, whatever) have always meant a lot to me.
IOW, as I told him, think what you like, but regardless of our financial situation (we lived together for most of those eight years) I made it clear that I would adore and would kinda expect SOMETHING on my birthday, Valentine’s, and Christmas. Even if it was just a little note written on printer paper. Just some little thing to acknowledge the day. Didn’t matter what. A note on a Post-It when I woke up that day would have been all I needed. I told him this.
The fact that for eight years he managed this maybe twice (per holiday in those eight years) isn’t really the point.
My point is…I was made to feel kind of stupid for asking for this. And looking back, I still recall very vividly how petty I was made to feel for taking this type of thing “so seriously.” In his own family, holidays were not a big deal. Nor were birthdays. His mother would make him his favorite meal and he would get a little cash. In his mind, holidays and birthdays were not a big deal. That’s just the way he was raised, and that’s how he viewed it.
The few times he did remember, he did it perfectly…a custom “gift basket” of spa-type items with a love letter enclosed, or flowers and a card…etc…
But most years he just ignored all of it. One year he told me “I went to Hallmark to get you one of their big huge cards, but they didn’t have any!” My response (a normal one, I would hope) was “So why didn’t you get me just a regular card? And just sign it?” Another year we were at dinner on Valentine’s and I saw a waitress walk by our table, giggling and giddy as all hell, because another waiter had given her a little cupcake with a tiny sign stuck in the middle of it. All the sign said was “You are sweet.” That’s all it took to make her happy.
That’s all it would have taken to make ME happy. I told him that, and he swore he’d “remember,” and he didn’t.
He very rarely did. Throughout those eight years.
In other ways, he was quite thoughtful. He’d make me dinner, he’d drive me to work, he’d clean the house sometimes if he was off and I wasn’t, etc., etc…and I knew this and so I never made as big a deal out of the whole birthday/holiday thing as I could have, because in my mind, as he said, “If you love a woman, you love her every day. Not just a few days out of the year.”
But it got to the point where, as much as I love doing it, I stopped buying him anything. Even cards. Because for years I would wake up on Valentine’s and put a card/gift on his side of the bed so he would wake up to it, and I’d wake up to nothing. Not even a note. Same thing with Christmas. Same thing with birthdays. If we didn’t have any money I’d still find a dollar to buy him a card, or I’d write one myself, and give it to him. And he had a special file in his filing cabinet for all the cards he’d ever been given; he always saved them. It’s not like they didn’t mean anything to him. He had cards in that file that were far older than our relationship. Even from girls he hadn’t seen in a decade.
He saved them for a reason…because he knew they meant something.
But after awhile I stopped doing any of that, because I knew that if I bought him something, or even WROTE him something on a piece of paper, and he hadn’t…didn’t…I’d just be more pissed off than ever that I remembered and he didn’t. That in spite of everything, he just didn’t think/didn’t care enough to do the same. Even though he knew how important it was to me.
In your own relationships, how serious is this sort of thing?
This stuff isn’t the reason we broke up, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t leave a lasting impression. All I asked for was a card. A note. SOMETHING. A couple times a year.
So after six months of being single, my mind is clear enough to ask the question and prepared enough for the answer…what does it mean when you make it very plain to your SO that something is important, and they ignore you? It’s not the cost of the card, or the price of the gift. I never cared about that or I never would have dated him in the first place. Much less spent eight years with him. (We were usually pretty broke, and that was okay with me. Like I said, a note on printer paper, or even scrap paper, would have made my day. And he knew that.)
It’s just that, looking back, I wonder why anybody would be stubborn/forgetful/careless enough to consistently ignore something so easy and so simple. Not to mention FREE. It almost seems deliberate. In eight years? Surely after that long you know better?
Am I crazy?