On Tuesday this week our club had their 5th birthday celebration which both Bear and I were attending. At the last minute Bear decided he wasn't going as he doesn't really enjoy socialising. Everyone attending had to make a certain food item, ours being carrot cake and cheese cake. So on the morning I was busy making sure I had everything I needed packed in the car before I left home.
Went off had a good time, would have been way better with Bear by my side though. The celebration included a 3 course meal plus plenty of desserts for afternoon tea. I came home rather happy and not wanting to eat any dinner that night as I was so over full.
Sitting down with a cup of tea discussing the events, when Bear all of a sudden asked, what I'd taken out for dinner. I explained how I wasn't eating and had forgotten to take anything out. Wow, my usually sweet, calm Bear had a rant amongst which he accused me of not being caring. I was too flabbergasted to say anything just burst into tears like a baby. All my married life I've put Bear and the children first. Never hesitating to go without myself and one tiny slip up gets me accused of being uncaring. I realise Bear isn't feeling 100% but didn't think this was justified. I did cook him a nice meal after all his fussing.
That night I went to bed early as I needed my space. Wednesday I remembered to take meat out saying sarcastically don't want to be accused of being uncaring again. Bear gave me THE LOOK as he wasn't very happy with my attitude. The rest of the day the silence was deafening. We haven't had a situation like this before as we don't normally fight.
Today Bear had obviously had enough, so pulled a kitchen chair out and gave me an attitude adjustment I won't forget in a hurry.