I split them open and the whole inside was filled as well. So gross 😭

Title says it all. Turned 50 yesterday. Husband (53M) woke me up, told me he had a surprise for me downstairs. I go downstairs and see a vacuum, not even wrapped mind you. He said he thought I’d like a new one since the current one doesn’t have the ability to turn off the brush roller when using on hard floors. I never asked for a new one. It works fine.

That was my birthday. Not even a lunch or dinner out. He mentioned a month ago about doing something special and going on a trip. I asked about that and he said he figured I’d tell him when and where I wanted to go. He never asked where but did mention several times over the past month he had a surprise for me. Apparently it was a f*cking vacuum. We’ve been married 17 years.

AITA for hoping or expecting that maybe he could have planned and surprised me with something? Anything? Something more than an Amazon next day delivery vacuum? When he turned 50 I took him to Hawaii. Maybe I’m just being hypersensitive. Turning 50 has been a hard number for me. Parents and grandparents all passed in that decade.

(EDIT: thank you to the numerous people who reported my post to reddit crisis cares. Not necessary. And to the mean trolls saying to get a life, no one cares, don’t be a gold digger, or it’s the thought that counts. I wish you nothing but success and prosperity in life. Peace✌🏼)

Edit 2: it’s a Eureka powerspeed canister vacuum.

The Man From Earth.

It's about a history professor that suddenly decides to quit his job and move away. His fellow professors decide to leave the party, and during that time they ask him why he's leaving. He decides to tell them he's 14,000-years-old, and he has to move on when people realize that he doesn't age. That's not giving anything away about the movie, even if it seems like it is. It's an absolutely fantastic movie, where they try to decide if he's crazy, or if he's telling the truth.

Not even a fucking year ago I moved to this city specifically for this job. It was as close to a dream job as I could ask for: it was a small company (less than 10 employees), non-corporate, it shared the same values I did, and all of of my coworkers were just beyond fantastic, I genuinely couldn’t have asked for much better. I literally never once was written up, in fact my employer had nothing to say except to sing my praises when I would ask for feedback! I did damn good work, and I was proud to work there.

Welp, it was all for fucking nothing.

Since the election, and since the inauguration especially, we have been a lot more open in the office about talking our political beliefs, and exactly none of us were happy with Trump being elected, let alone the daily bombardment of downright crazy shit he’s been doing since 1/20.

Come today, the owner asked me to come in a little early. We had a new employee starting in my department so I just assumed it was related to that, and discussing how the power structure or division of work would happen once they start. Could not have been further from the truth.

He starts with asking me about my weekend and how I’m feeling (I called out sick Friday) and after some small talk he goes “listen ____, I’ve loved having you work here and you’ve been so stellar in the role and frankly I’ve been so impressed with your work since you started here. But unfortunately since the election, our business has taken a massive hit financially. Tariffs are screwing us, the markets are crashing, and frankly people aren’t buying our goods like they used to. So we need to reshuffle the company structure a bit, so today will be your last day.”

I took this job specifically because it was a place I saw myself long term, it was a place I could be content staying at for more than a few years. I went $20k in debt moving halfway across the fucking country and for this job, just for me to lose it because Donald Fucking Trump has to go and play god emperor with our country. And my now ex-boss did say he would help me find a new job however he could, but like I work in a small niche industry, the odds of finding another job in my city is small to none…

I’m so tired of this fucking country man.