Tuesday, February 12, 2019. We’re both working from home. Me, actually working, snow storm up North. You, one call, then video games and TV.
I make lunch at noon.
C: “Do you want a sandwich”
M: “Yeah, I’d love a sandwich”
I pull out the salami and ham I got from Wegmans the night before, with provolone, romaine, and mustard (mayo for me). You see it – it’s not the regular Wegmans brand cold cuts you’re used to. It’s pre-packaged organic cold cuts, because the deli line was too long when I went.
“Oh, I don’t want that. Never mind. That’s slimy to me. I don’t like that.” You are annoyed and judging.
“Ok,” I am annoyed. “You can have soup, or tuna fish or whatever you want for lunch.”
You hover, obviously not interested in tuna or soup. You want a sandwich. I ask if you want to try the salami and ham — you do. “Okay, it’s not bad” you say. “Sorry for being a dick.”
Then you look at the bread. I put mustard on both pieces of your bread. “You just make sandwiches way different than I do” you say, annoyed again.
“Fine, make your own sandwich then.” I say, so annoyed at you.
“FINE, I will make my own sandwich!” You’re really mad right now.
I finish making my sandwich, sit down, and continue working. I don’t eat because I think it’s rude to eat before you’re done making your goddamn sandwich.
You make your sandwich, sit down in the living room. I suck up my pride a little and move to the living room to sit next to you. We watch Crashing. I’m mad. I am not going to be over this unless you apologize. You can’t yell and freak over sandwiches.
Crashing ends. I go to the bathroom. You do the dishes. I sit down in the kitchen to continue working and yell out “Thanks for doing the dishes.”
You get up, walk into the kitchen, and hug me while I sit. You apologize.
“I’m sorry I freaked out. I wanted a nice sandwich on a nice snow day, not a bad sandwich, and I had an anxiety attack. But it was a very good sandwich, and I learned I can put mustard directly on the bread, so thank you for teaching me that. And I’m really happy you’re home with me.”
You were being playful and kind of cute in your apology, but I appreciated it and forgave you.
Then the fight was over.