Poor Me

I am really struggling tonight... I know it's the usual "poor me" crap that I am prone to, but I haven't yet found a way around or through it.  I've been working way too much due to staff shortages at work and a bunch of deadlines to meet.  He's been scheduling his personal activities on the nights I am free, rather than the nights I'm gone.  When I asked about the lousy timing, he shrugged and said he doesn't really think about my schedule when he's making his.  (He can say this with a totally straight face -- I so admire that...)   I realized we were doing some serious drifting apart and felt responsible because of my work demands.  I planned an overnight getaway, a favorite dinner out, found a way to fund it without damaging the budget..... it was a dud.  He was silent, said he was tired, said it was bad timing-- we barely struggled through 24 hours away.  No fighting, of course, cause we never do.  It was just --- awful and awkward.  Since we got home he has been X-Boxing nonstop.  But what I am struggling with is feeling like a dope for having "expectations" of a nice time.  I didn't think it would dramatically change our relationship.  I didn't think he would become an "all-singing, all-dancing" husband.  I just thought it would be a little bit FUN!  He seemed interested in going, and accepted the invitation.  But when I got all gorgeous, I got no "reaction" (he's always saying I do things to get a reaction).  When I did all the packing, filled the fuel tank, made the reservations.... urg -- Was I trying to do something fun for the both of us?  A treat for him?  Or just a pathetic attempt to win some love and attention?  Poor me.  What a dope.   And then I circle around to my ever-present question---- if I am so damned dull, what on earth does he get out of being married to me?  And don't mention the free laundry and housekeeping services... 

Tomorrow is another day.