My first Mothers' Day stunk. DH told me I wasn't
his mother, so he didn't know why he had to do something special for me. So of course I cried. Because I had already told him it was important to me, a week in advance, many times, because I know he's not good with things like this. Then he left to work on his car and stayed there for almost 9 hours. When he came home, he brought sushi as a "special surprise," but I didn't feel even a little special and it was too little too late.
Sorry, it's a long moan. Thanks for listening.