My husband gave me a shower gel for my birthday. We had no money problems. At least, buy me some flowers! I looked closely at the gel. He knew I hated that fragrance. I ended up crying and poured it down the toilet. My husband came home happy and asked me, “Did you… continue ?” I couldn’t believe it—he thought I’d use it despite my obvious dislike. His excitement turned to confusion when I explained how hurt I felt. It wasn’t about the gift’s cost; it was the thoughtlessness. I had hoped for something thoughtful, maybe flowers or a small
gesture he knew I’d love. Instead, this misstep left me questioning his attention to my preferences. We talked it out, and he apologized, promising to listen better next time. I suggested we pick a gift together for future occasions—maybe a compromise could save us both some tears. It’s a reminder that even with good intentions, understanding each other’s tastes is key. Now, I’m eyeing a bouquet to cheer myself up—any floral suggestions?
