Guest blogger mom-on-the-edge: I told myself if you don't expect anything, you won't be disappointed.

September 17 was our two-year anniversary. I had that date etched inside our wedding bands so, regardless of baby brain or busy days at the office, we wouldn't forget. Now, separated four months, that date seemed more like a destination than a celebration. Would we make it?

Just days before my husband -- in another fit of rage -- called me stupid, an idiot ... I insisted he leave. Kicked out of the house, it was down to the wire. People say they live one day at a time. I was living one minute at a time. He apologized. We were back on track. A rusty track with lots of detours and stops, but a track nonetheless.

Even though I was on the edge of divorce, I decided to plan a fun-filled weekend. Mountain biking -- my husband's favorite -- plus a family festival and an antique car show. I booked a beautiful condo complete with a hot tub and fireplace. I was excited!

I reasoned that if I gave my husband his gift first thing in the morning, I'd have less chance of an upset because he'd have all day to get something if he hadn't already. Sure enough, he opened his present, loved it (I think) and just like the cereal, I got nuttin' honey. But, hey, he had all day...

After work, he walked through the door with flowers. Not some big, sweeping florist-bought bouquet. It was more of a five-dollar supermarket bunch, but it was a start. I was sure he must have something more...

The night passed. Nothing. No tricks up his sleeve. No hidden surprises.

I went to bed and as he crept in beside me and turned his back, I started to cry. Not, even a card. He usually gave me a card with something sweet written inside. I counted on those cards.

Happy and Anniversary -- two words that seem to fit so easily like Happy Birthday, Happy New Year ... It should have been happy. It wasn't and I was disappointed.

The next day, on our bed, there was a pink envelope. I said, "Our anniversary was yesterday. Why didn't you give it to me then?" He said, "It was too dark."

"It was too dark?" 

He didn't think I would be able to see it. 

What he didn't see was our marriage was still in shambles.