Just a little pet peeve –

The apartment was beautiful and I loved every square inch. Now we just needed our relationship to flourish so everything could fall into place.

We would have to start from scratch to slowly fill the apartment. All I possessed for furniture was a queen metal bed frame, and he had a worn down bulky couch that I already couldn’t wait to replace. I purchased a mattress but it was to arrive a day late, so our first night we slept on opposite ends of the couch.

When we woke up in the morning, we started our typical morning routines in the new place, with our new company. He poured a bowl of Raisin Bran and I joined him with some generic version of KIX. As I leaned on the counter watching TV, he interrupts me to announce “just a little pet peeve babe…? When you’re done with the box just close it up and put it away – all I ask.” He proceeded to do it as a demonstration to me like I wouldn’t have been able to comprehend what he was trying to tell me.

My morning breakfast routine would normally consist of me keeping the box out so I could refill my bowl at least two more times, and then I would always put it away. Were my days of three servings of cereal for breakfast over as I knew it? Was the process of my routine going to be more inconvenient for me? Alternatively – should I tell him to fuck off? Or pick my battles more carefully since this was our first morning in our apartment together.

I never said anything. I’m not sure I could because the dad tone I just received from doing nothing wrong blindsided me and left me speechless. I felt like a child being chastised for not doing my chores. I’m hoping this is a fluke type of behavior because if this condescending parenting persists, it will push me right out the door.

Author: livingwithastranger

I got an apartment with the person I was dating for less than a month because the cost of living was too high. I tolerated him for 17 days before moving out. A month later I got a new boyfriend and moved in with him - and hopefully...we live happily ever after.

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