Grrr! He walks in from work this evening and sees the two packages he ordered sitting on the piano bench, so he starts singing, “Happy Birthday to me (since someone didn’t care), Happy Birthday to me (since someone didn’t care),” etc. No, I didn’t get him a present for his birthday, but I had my class call him to sing happy birthday to him, and we took him out for dinner that night. When I reminded him about this dinner, he said we “drug him along”.
So he began fixing dinner (something he’s just recently started to do once or twice a week). All of a sudden, he walked into the living room where I was researching media files for lesson plans, and huffed, “Where’s the wok?” I said, “probably in the sink.” (I knew it was). He started to say something (I’m sure it was going to be something about me helping him by washing it), but he just quit making the dinner altogether, without saying a word. I ended up eating a sandwich, and told Aidan to fix himself some corndogs (Morgan is babysitting tonight).
I absolutely CANNOT believe he went there! In 18 years of marriage, he has NEVER offered to help with the dishes after I’ve cooked the meal! He has NEVER offered to help me cook, yet when he cooks, he ALWAYS asks me to do something, being the delegater that he is!
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