This year, my husband and I got into one of the worst fights we've ever had on the day before my birthday. He stormed out and stayed at a hotel, and didn't come home until noon. I spent the morning of my birthday crying. Then he got back, and we were so exhausted from not sleeping so we passed out for a 2 hours. He woke up, and felt bad I guess, and went to the store and bought me season two of Lost and took me out to an awkward, last-minute dinner where we sat there red-eyed and looked at one another in a sort of confusion.