https://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/914380

If roses are given to me of course I’ll accept them with glee, but the joy I impart does not match with my heart as the flowers do nothing for me! My husband’s been told this is true. Yet on holidays, what does he do? Each of twenty-eight years on the counter appears a vase filled with varying hue. He won't change his habits I've found and I know how ungrateful I sound, but I'd like it much more if the man I adore would just leave those stems in the ground!