We have been battling to decide whether or not to get an actual Christmas tree in our apartment. I am the strong supporter of getting a live tree for our first Christmas together as a family to establish our own traditions and also because there’s just really nothing like a real Christmas tree to get you in the spirit of Christmas. The aroma and the decorating, it all sounds very exciting, and I’ve always wonder what my kitties would think of the tree. Ri, on the other hand, thinks that Christmas tree is just a waste of money and energy, you buy this giant plant and put it in your house, it creates lots of mess and you have to spend extra money buying the ornaments to decorate it. On top of that, once Christmas is over, you just toss the tree out, it’s not something that you can keep, so why waste money on something that’ll just end up in the dumpster?
We’ve been going back and forth debating until we found out about my grandma and decided that I would go back home to Taiwan for December. Since I won’t be here for Christmas, Ri is thus off the hook about buying a Christmas tree. Just when we both thought this would be the end of this conversation, well, it is not.
After our scrumptious Thanksgiving meals (dim sum for lunch and turkey meal for dinner) with Ri’s parents, Ri’s sister Karen and her boyfriend Eddie, we spent the next days vegging out at home. It was a 4-day weekend, and we didn’t plan to do much and just relax (though Ri did take me shopping for a few hours on Black Friday in the afternoon so to avoid the crazy crowd). Saturday morning, I woke up and Ri asked me if I want to go to a Christmas tree farm. I asked “I thought we decided not to get a Christmas tree? So why are we going to a Christmas tree farm?” He then replied “I know we aren’t getting one but I thought you’d still want to go just to look around.” I, of course, jumped at the chance to see and touch and smell the Christmas trees, said yes with a giant smile on my face. I thought “wow, how thoughtful my husband is! He is willing to spend the time taking me despite the fact we aren’t getting anything because he knew it’ll make me happy.” But it turned out I was not entirely correct in thinking that.
It turns out that one of Ri’s best friends Jon and Sarah are going to a Christmas tree farm, and Ri thought we could tag along. Assuming that Jon and Sarah are coming up from Kelso to Puyallup area, he agreed to this arrangement. Later on, he found out that they are actually going to one that is up in Issaquah, and since it is so far away, we decided not to go. I asked Ri if we can still go to a Christmas tree farm around our apartment, but he said no. I was sad, not devastated, but just disappointed that I don’t get to go anymore. I said angrily “So you didn’t really want to take me to see the Christmas trees, you just want to hang out with your friends”. And Ri got mad, he said that he doesn’t like to be accused of things he didn’t do. But he did do that. Now he is being upset in the bedroom brooding and being angry and refuse to talk to me.
I can’t help it that he doesn’t like to be caught in a lie. I guess no one does. But you can’t manipulate your wife to get what you want then get angry because she saw through it. I don’t know how to end this entry on a upbeat note, because I’m upset right now, and can’t really see things any other way. At least my Yankee Candles arrived a few days ago, so my Balsam & Cedar candle is burning now filling our cozy apartment with Christmas tree smell. This counts as an up note right?
These pictures were taking on our mini hike in Cougar Mountain on Thanksgiving day.
Ohh, and also, Ri expressed his anger by cooking himself potstickers for dinner and eating them alone in the bedroom without asking me if I wanted any. Why do men behave like babies?