Happy Mother's Day to me

I don't know what I was expecting. It's not like he even knows what day of the week it is most of the time, why would I think that he would remember? After not hearing from him all day on Sunday, I called him at 7:30. He said that he would be over in a while to see Ian before bedtime. I asked him if he had called his mom. He said that his phone had run out of minutes, but he used our house phone. That's when he found out. I knew that he hadn't remembered, even though I'd just reminded him on Friday, as him if he'd sent his mother a card. He hadn't, of course.

"Juls, I'm sorry I forgot. Happy Mother's Day. But you know that money is really tight for me..."

I stood up off the couch and looked him squarely in the eye. "It's not about a gift. You know that doesn't matter to me. It's being recognized. I'm the mother of your son. I just wanted that to be recognized."

I walked him to the door. Ian wanted to go outside, so we stood on the porch as Nick started his car and drove away.