valentine's day bust

All I wanted (I am telling the truth here), all I wanted was a foot rub and sex.  Seriously.  I love having my feet rubbed and we haven't had sex in forever.  These are the 2 things I wanted.  I got a short unexciting foot rub in which I had to wiggle my toes to get him to continue for 2 strokes before he stopped again.  fine, whatever.  Who cares.  When we went to bed, he was in a good mood, but Emma decided to break out of her room and come sleep with us.  Curt would not put her back to bed. 
I made him a handmade card with Shakespeare all over it and gave him a box of chocolates on his pillow as a surprise.  Today, a day late, he comes in after I was in a horrible mood all day cleaning this stupid house, goes upstairs and plops a bunch of valentine themed SHIT he dug out of Rodger's shit pile.   Curtis knows I hate stuffies and little statues.  He knows it.  I got a giant curly haired country themed monstrosity with 100 year old balloons stuck in it saying happy valentines day, a paper weight with a garage sale sticker half torn off and scratches all over it and a heart shaped pillow thing.  Crap.  Okay I am the bitch of the century now because I;m not happy with what I got, but WTF? 
Foot rub and sex.  I would have went to sleep on Valentine's Eve happy with my holiday.  instead I got shit.   Shit that I will throw in the trash the second I can get away with it--who the fuck...okay.  okay.  calm down. 

I'm pissed.  I never asked for anything.  I wanted a little intimacy and a foot rub.  Seriously.  Its free.   The fact that he insists on getting me shit, whether garbage or brand new, even though he KNOWS I hate it just tells me he really doesn't value my opinion at all.  I hate getting teddy bears, I hate roses, I dislike knick knacks with a theme like Christmas or valentines day.   if its a good year and we have a little money to spend, I get roses and chocolates and some kind of disgusting stupid bear.   Write me I love you on a post it note.  That means more to me than some stupid country themed gingham dressed wtf complete with a rustic fence and a banner stating our love will grow, that you clearly fished out of a collection of garbage Roger got out of a house during a clean up.

I haven't said a word to him about any of this, but I am absolutely pissed as hell!  I just KNOW hes going to ask me if I liked the stuff he gave me.  Why couldn't he have just let it be?  I was fine with yesterday as it was, I let it go--its just a day.  Then, this. 

I have always been appreciative of any gift he gave me whether I loved it or not, but for some reason, I just want to throw the whole ugly pile at him.  Why is my husband such a fucking retard?  REALLY!?  He used to be semi romantic once in a while once upon a time.  He is so....GAH!  I hate this fucking holiday!!!

LOOK at this friggin thing! Its not even remotely something I would like

After 15 years he should know this.  (*)(^&*%%*%**%(((*&!!!!!