So I am sitting with my coffee this morning and I ask John, “Where are the cookies?”
“The chocolate chip cookies?” he asks, “They are gone.”
I am horrified. “They are gone?? You ate all the cookies? How could you eat all the cookies?”
“There were only four left.” he says.
So I ask, “What about all the cookies you ate before there were only four left?”
He gets that look on his face, the one that clearly spells out the word “Really?” and then he says, “What about all the cookies you ate before there were only four left?”
I don’t know if anyone can identify with this or not, but I personally think the number of cookies that I ate before he ate the last four is irrelevant.
Regardless of how many cookies I ate, he still ate the last four. You know what that means? It means that he is not in any way concerned about my cookie intake. This hurts. I feel neglected and unspoiled. It is a terrible way to feel.