Last night was our three year anniversary, and of course, he took me to Pete’s, my favorite bistro when I was 20. He has taken me there every year for our anniversary for the four years we dated, and now every year since we got married, but I figure he’ll get just as sick of it as I am one day, then we’ll mix it up. I brought up moving again this morning, but he just avoided the question. I genuinely believe that if we get away from the city, he might put some distance between himself and his friends and start taking his life more seriously. Maybe that’s why he avoids the topic of moving, he’s afraid to leave his twenties behind. But I’m sick of twenties Evan, I want him to stop expecting me to cook him dinner every single night, and using my money to buy himself whatever he wants. I want forties Evan, the Evan that decides to save his gift money for our baby’s college fund or a new house, and start learning how to at least make some pasta for dinner.
He did get me a charm bracelet for an anniversary gift though, and he said eventually it will represent every amazing part of our life together. Maybe he realizes it himself, and wants to try harder for us. The card was really something too, “To my perfect wife, my best friend, and my girl until the end. Love, your honored husband.” Isn’t that sweet?
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