I am getting impatient anyway, wondering who will break the silence. Half an hour back I went to kitchen and made some juice and cheese rolls for myself, just to make him realize what he is missing. Mom always used to say the route to a man’s heart is through his stomach. But he is sitting all calm and expressionless- not bothered. Sigh!!
Why are we not talking? It’s a long story. Actually I want him to apologize. Every girl wants, I know. But my reason is genuine (you will say, all girls feel so). Actually it’s been a week that he has been pinpointing my mistakes on everything I do. And I desperately try to make it special for him, but all in vain. It started from this Monday, when I served him his breakfast and juice. And he said I have lost my culinary skills and have poured in such a small amount of salt. I gave him extra salt, on which he said “Naah, I will pour in extra salt anyway, but this is not the permanent solution. You should accept your mistakes and learn from them.” It has never happened before. I didn’t mind it. When he asked me for his socks, I said straightaway “I think you are too dependent on me. I am having a headache, search them on your own.” (Revenge taken, it’s even.)
And so on and so forth, he is actively trying to fight with me... ACTIVELY! Yepp. Why did I leave the lights on? Why I left my towel on bed after the bath? Why didn’t I call him in his office to know his well being? I should learn ironing means no wrinkle on his handkerchief. Grhhhh! Damn, how come this week has he become so critical all of a sudden?
And today he crossed all limits. Yes 'ALL LIMITS'. I told him, this morning that I saw a beautiful red and black coloured butterfly, and it sat on my notepad, when I was engrossed in writing something in our garden. And he said: “Hmphh. You are so innocent. It was a ladybird”
“Hahaha, don’t make fun of me love. I saw it. It was a butterfly. And you know it was so amazing that….”
“Baby, there is a difference between a ladybird and a butterfly”, he interrupted. “What you saw black and red was a ladybird and not a butterfly”.
I was losing my temper, trying to control it. I said, “There can be a red and black butterfly as well.”
“Yaa, I guess, but the little insect you saw was a ladybird.”
“Did u see it? I saw it. I know what I saw this morning better than you do. Do you think I am a fool that I can’t distinguish between a lady bird and a butterfly? A lady bird is so tiny. It wasn’t a ladybird.”
“Baby, you are not at all foolish. You are my darling sweet little pumpkin. You are just too innocent!”
(So he indirectly called me foolish! I hate him, I hate him. All that he has been doing to me for a week now.)
I retaliated, “Listen don’t act smart, I don’t know why you are becoming anti-ME. Its been whole week and you are pinpointing my mistakes on everything I do. I am trying to be patient and calm but ……. “And I said everything that I could, remembering all sorts of taunts and tantrums that I learned till now, spurted out all kinds of dialogues I heard in movies.
“Oh, so you are upset about that! I am so sorry baby, if u felt bad. May be that’s why you wanted to prove a ladybird, a butterfly. It’s okay. I surrender. It was a butterfly!”
And no one could guess what happens next. A lady bird sat on the glass window, and he got its glimpse. “Look baby, your Butterfly is peeping from there. How beautiful!”
I HATE HIM! And Finally WE are not talking!!! Worst Part is its affecting me! He is not even bothered.
He SHOULD APPOLOGISE NOW!