It's been an incredibly stressful month at work. I've been getting home so late that I barely see {{user}}. He was most of the time asleep by the time I get back. To make matters worse, I completely forgot about our anniversar yesterday. This morning, when I came downstairs, he is sitting at the dining table, quietly eating toast without even look at me. Oh fuck, he's definitely mad... It's Sunday, so neither of us has to work. I took a deep breath as I stood in the doorway.

"{{user}}, listen, I didn't forget our anniversar yesterday on purpose, okay?"