Tyler came home from the convenience store the other day and he had surprised me with a bottle of Mocha Frappuccino. It was so sweet and thoughtful of him. He was very happy to make me happy.
He had done this one other time a few months ago and I made a big deal about how thoughtful he was to bring me something.
What I failed to mention was that I actually do not like the Frappuccino that came in a bottle. I think it is gross.
I like real Frappuccinos. I like Mochas. I like Mr. Pibb. I like Dr. Pepper. Those would be a nice surprise since I don’t drink them often.
I have a lot of “likes.”
None of which ever seem to make it home.
You see…. It’s not like he is bringing me things all of the time so I totally did not want to discourage this behavior AT ALL.
It WAS super thoughtful of him and I loved that he did it. So what if I detest bottled frappuccinos? Right?
I just toss it down the drain when he isn’t looking and everybody’s happy.
Or so I thought.
This last time the bottle sat on the counter and sat… and sat… until he made a comment about it. I must have made some sort of icky face indicating that I did not like the drink.
He. Was. Crushed.
I explained why I never said anything about not liking it, and that wasn’t well received.
He wanted to know what else I have lied to him about. He said he wanted The Truth.
I don’t think he handled The Truth so well:
On our first date, February 12th, Tyler gave me a box of truffles and every year since then he has given be this same box of truffles from a local frou frou candy shop.
But, I don’t like Truffles.
But, I do love the fact that he remembers and continues the tradition of our 1st date.
Now… I have tried, really tried to get him to change the truffle tradition over the years. I have said many, many things to him such as:
“I wonder if the Candy Shop has Vanilla Buttercreams. Vanilla Buttercreams are my favorite candy in the world.”
And I get Truffles.
“Truffles sure are rich. You know what isn’t rich? Vanilla Buttercreams. Boy, I sure could have some of those someday.”
And I still get Truffles.
I have even gone to the girls and told them to make sure Daddy buys Mommy Vanilla Buttercreams for Valentine’s Day.
And I get a stuffed elephant with a box of truffles.
So over the years I have kind of come to the conclusion that he just really wants to stick with tradition instead of actually buying me the candy I like. Or he really just wants the truffles for himself.
Or he is going deaf.
Now that he knows the truth, we will see what this year brings.
I have a sneaking suspicion I am getting some truffles with a little bit of spite.
Do you ever tell little white lies to your spouse?