I have been told time and time again by my mother, and then by my boyfriend turned husband that I like to argue; I refute this. But I was told this so much that I almost started to believe them. Then I started taking into account that I don't care about most of the things that we end up arguing about and thus end up walking away, then they end up following me or calling me back to continue the argument. I don't mind an argument in the legal sense of the word, and maybe that's because I wanted to be a lawyer, but I don't like to have emotional arguments. They're unproductive and mean, most of the time.
From the beginning of our relationship, everyone in my family said that I reminded them of my dad of he reminded them of my mom when it comes to behavior. They both like to complain that I don't let them do things for me, and they would be right in that, now. Trust is so easily eroded and if you get left in a parking lot or are always the last kid picked up; it will give you some trust issues. Eventually, you learn to make an alternative means of transportation and not rely on one person. When you get old enough, you learn the only person you can rely on is you.
My husband was always upset that I never let him take care of me when I'm sick. I think it's cute and I appreciate the intent but, women can get man-flu too. I'm not going to call it a test, but ill say I gave him an opportunity to take care of me when I got sick the other day. My eye was swollen and irritated, I was coughing up phlegm, and I had a runny nose. So, I texted him towards the end of his workday asking him if he could pick up some eye-drops, my prescription, and some food I was going to order online. He said he would, but he had to stop at his mom's house. I said okay and reiterated just how crappy I felt, and he said he was stopping by really quick. I called him a little over an hour after he got off work to see he had left his moms yet (30 min drive there, 30 minutes there), and he got an attitude with me. So I told him to stay and relax with his family, and I'll pick it up myself, but this is why I don't ask people to do things for me. We hung up, and he called back insisting on leaving his moms house to get the eye drops out of spite even though I told him I was already on my way to the Pharmacy which is at the entrance of our neighborhood. It's just a one-stop shop, but he wanted to go to one pharmacy for the eye drops and ours for my prescription. It made no sense; it was taking him out of his way and making him go extra places. The way I set it up everything was was ready to go at one location, go to pay and go, no complications.
So, I ended up going and getting everything myself, and I was gone and back and in bed before he even got home. I picked him up food too and put it in his man cave on his coffee table to eat. All I got were questions of "it must not be that urgent if you're waiting this long," "oh so you're going to tell me I cant see my mom now?", and "you don't make any sense." When he got home I got no apology; I got nothing but silence. What an excellent way to start my birthday weekend.
“When the debate is lost, slander becomes the tool of the loser.”