So, I'll be up front that this isn't the norm for him, but my boyfriend forgot a lot today. This morning, it being Easter and all, we boiled eggs and dyed them. For me, dyed eggs are always deviled after marveling at their beauty for a short while. We had no mustard, and I'm not savy on making the devils without it. So, I complained, he being the dear he is, came up with a solution. He'd go and get the goodies, among other things he and I needed, and I'd stay and finish my masterpieces. So, off and he went and I finished the eggs. Then, I began the marvel. An hour or so later, he returned bags in hand, several pizza boxes in fact. I asked if he'd gotten the mustard. No. What about the butter? Ugh, nope. Well, then I know you didn't get my tweezers. Hmm, nope.. oh, but he did manage to get some tools he'd needed. That was fine. I wasn't miffed or anything. I'll just pick that stuff up later 💁‍♀️ Later in the evening, he began to prepare dinner. Because it's Easter, I had apologized earlier that I had nothing special to make. He in turn asked if there was anything he could make me. No, I'm fine. Wait! Umm, yes! He makes the best, damned Alfredo and pasta. I don't care what pasta, just any pasta. I fucking hate Alfredo and pasta, but man, when he makes it.. tender, juicy meat. Perfectly seasoned sauce. And crisp ass peppers and onions. I didn't know it could be so good! So, he asked me to take the dog out as he finished cooking. Gladly :) I came back around 25 minutes later to a beautiful plate, heaping and steaming. I saw the delicious, red things sticking out of the sauce. I pulled one out and popped it in my mouth, expecting to be satisfied and satiated by the crunch. It was a freaking tomato. I asked him about it, and he gave me a sheepish look. The peppers are literally the best part. I've always gushed about his Alfredo and pasta and how he's the only person that can make it for me. Upon further inspection of my plate, I realized there was no freaking pasta! Wtf, Babe? He laughed and apologized. I was a litttttle miffed at the point, annoyance, hanger. So, I made myself some pasta, and I'm going to chop peppers in a moment. So, reddit, was this just a once off, was he actively ignoring me? Lol did he have a stroke? TLDR: I asked my boyfriend to get a few things for me when he went to the store. He forgot everything I had asked for, but remembered everything that he had needed. Later, when making alfredo and pasta, he forgot to used peppers, which make it soooo freaking enjoyable. He knows I love them in it. Oh, and he forgot the pasta.