Yes, I'm 29, and a homeowner, and I'm an adult. But, damnit, I still like to feel special on my birthday. Maybe I'm turning a corner, but in all my years previous, I always treat it as my special day. I know a lot of people treat it as just another day, or, worse, another nail in the coffin, but I still do get excited.

This year was pretty different. I now have new respect for people who have birthdays around Christmas who sometimes get forgotten or at the very least not as celebrated. Because of all the craziness from the move, I got a lot of attention and help (financial and otherwise) from family (and to a lesser extent, friends, when I let them), so they were all just out of steam when my birthday rolled around. And I totally get it, I was feeling that way myself. I got a cheque and a gift card and a few phone calls, and I was happy.

I was looking to MW to blow me away, but he is one of those people who doesn't really put a lot of pomp into birthdays. And that's okay. It's a difference we have. But with that said, he did some really bonehead things this year that were not acceptable.

That's not important, though. What is important is this: I went to bed early last night, finally having reached my boiling point. I laid in bed, reading, seething, with emotion seeping out of my face. MW got in bed with me and awkwardly tried to chat with me while I (senselessly) tried to hold it together. I finally stopped trying to hold back and let everything pour out, while he held me tight and listened. I soaked his shirt with tears and snot and we talked. It was then I realized that love is being able to be so angry - so pissed off - with someone while still being embraced by the same person.

So we talked, and talked some more, and we just shared, and came to understandings. And he apologized. But that's what you do when someone calls you a bonehead. The best feeling came later. MW went to shower, and went back to reading, eventually nodding off. MW returned from his shower, after processing what I said, and sat on my bed, looked at me, and really apologized, on his own.

Sometimes, being an adult isn't such a bad thing.