breakfast
Recently I woke up to hear the cat scratching at my door. I got up, fed him, and set myself a place at the table. During the week I get up an hour early to get the kids off to school. I thought to myself: if he gets up before I do on the weekend, it would be nice if he would feed the cats and let me sleep. I didn’t say anything.
As I set my place at the table, the thought crossed my mind that I automatically set a place for him if I get up first on the weekend. I didn’t say anything. I put out the butter and a brie with chives in it. Then went to do something else. He asked, “Did you put this cheese out for me?” His voice was so unfriendly that I said “No.” He said, “Well, you put it in the wrong place – the sun will melt it.” Then I sat down and said, “Actually, I did put it out for you as well, but when you talked to me like that, I changed my mind.” No comment. He said in a strained, trying-to-be-friendly voice: “I don’t like cheese with chives.” I ate my breakfast, read the paper, cleared my place, and left the room.
tendollars said,
May 4, 2008 at 6:10 pm
Oh how I wish I had a loving lady for whom I could set out cheese and chives on a weekend morning… ANY morning… or make her some porridge… or a bacon sandwich…
or just plain old toast and marmalade. Maybe reading “Mars and Venus” together might help. It certainly helped me better understand the female mind and behaviour. Same would help ladies gain a better understanding of the queer quirks of we men, I guess.
Ken.
seekinglight45 said,
May 4, 2008 at 7:03 pm
We are actually reading a book “Love yourself and it doesn’T matter who you marry” – unfortunately only available in German. But it’s just too late. That’s the other side of divorce – finding a new partner! But at this point, I would look forward to peace and quiet for a while, and not having to deal with anyone.