I wouldn’t mind the forgetfulness so much if you’d just own up to it, instead of making it my fault
“Men have selective memories,” says somebody. And I can understand forgetting something that you don’t want to remember. Like Berck forgetting that, each week, I have a meeting on Tuesday evening.
He calls me around 5pm. “Are you coming home?”
“No, I have a meeting tonight, remember? I have a meeting every Tuesday night.”
“You didn’t say anything about having a meeting tonight!”
“I told you last week, and I told you last night.”
“You never told me you were having a meeting!”
The weekly meetings have shifted to Monday nights. I have to remember to tell Berck the night before, send him an e-mail during the day, and remind him when he calls to say he’s going home. Otherwise, I “never told” him.
I have forgotten standing appointments of my own.
When we lived in Durham, I joined the church choir… then
promptly forgot choir rehearsal two out of the first three weeks!
Doesn’t seem to make much difference
how old we are.
And….. men and women’s brains are SOOOOO different!