My husband shows his affection by calling me names. Thursday he told me I was an old lady. I begged his pardon, I am 10 years his junior. His reply, 'only old women get up at 5 am to start cooking lunch'. Well, if that's his standards of old, then I guess I am. At least when we're hosting Thanksgiving at our house and I procrastinated until the last minute.
Later though he called me trashy. Again I begged his pardon and he replied, 'this is the third bag of trash I've taken out today.' Well, I'd rather him take it out then to leave it in the house.
I was polite and didn't call him a single name all day. Aren't you proud of me?