I asked my husband if he
would run down to the corner store to pick up a gallon of milk with a free
coupon. As he was soon leaving to do some errands could he could run to the store
and back for me? Perfect. He refused. Nevermind, I got dressed. On my way out, he remarked, was I
going for milk? I said I had to since he wouldn't. Oh, man that was a match
to gasoline. A fountain of anger to the words of: He was not my puppy dog. I could get off my lazy ass and go do it
myself. It wasn’t like I was doing anything. I got the milk. Did it end there?
No. A Facebook message waited for me.
"Thanx for once again screwing up a perfectly peaceful Sunday with your
selfishness!
All I did was ask my husband to run down to the store for a
gallon of milk as many other wives do. For the want of a nail (or a gallon of milk)…He doesn’t see the
butterfly effect in all these small encounters. His anger is destroying this
marriage.
PS Here it
is now hours later. He is done playing very important Facebook games and is stretched out to
‘watch’ a movie which translates into 'I am going to fall asleep'. What about
those errands he was going to run? He’ll do them later.