[ WP ] The molluscs are coming ...

Our anniversary, the best night of the year. Forget New Years, you can keep Valentine's Day and Christmas, this is the one night of the year that is my all time favorite. Tonight we are celebrating ten glorious years of marriage, so I put on my best suit, picked up the reddest roses I have ever seen and took her to the best restaurant in town. It's going to be a night to remember! 
 
 The hostess seats us and I start going on about how beautiful she looks. The waiter comes and takes our order, she gets the escargot, I order the oyster platter and a very nice bottle of wine. The wine arrives first. 
 
 I pour two glasses and start to gush about how lovely it is to be out with her, how happy I am, how much I've loved out time together, and everything great that's happened in the last ten years. 
 
 It's just then that she breaks down into tears. She starts talking about how she ca n't do this anymore, she's going through the motions, she's not really happy, and she's met someone. I'm stunned. The last one hits me like a ton of bricks. `` Well, are you going to say anything?'' 
 
 `` Our Anniversary. Our ten year Anniversary. You could n't have done this last night, you could n't have done this years ago. You had to do this tonight. Here.'' 
 
 `` Is that all you care about?'' 
 
 `` Of course not! I love you, everything about you. I love the way we can do anything and have it be fun, I love your sense of adventure, I love your humor and smile, I love the way you look and they way you feel in my arms. I love the woman infront of me. But she found someone else. What do you say to that? What can anyone say?'' I'm starting to get a little loud and the tables nearest us are increasingly aware of the situation. 
 
 `` I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you.'' The words, hollow, fall on deaf ears. I'm fuming inside, but I'm numb to the world around me, only moderatly aware of my surroundings. My glass of wine vanishes in a single gulp, the young couple to my right is trying very hard not to look like they're glued to the conversation, and failing. The waiter comes out of the kitchen, the molluscs are coming.
