My ex-H had plenty of preferences, I was just supposed to be the one who would take the steps to execute HIS preferences. That doesn't work too well either.
Ah, yes, well, the complaining came when I didn't anticipate correctly. And to give him his due, this didn't happen all the time. He 98% of the time loved what I cooked and appreciated it. It's just that 'what are we eating and at what time,' was dam near impossible for him to utter.
If we went out... and he told me this point blank, so I am NOT paraphrasing... "if you decide to have fun, we have fun. If you decide not to have fun, we don't have fun."
So I aways felt this stupid pressure to make sure I was 'having fun,' and then, that just pissed me right off, and I stopped worrying about it. So he'd sulk...
Oh, good God, I'm going to stop talking about this... it's just reliving the madness...
