I made coffee this morning. All by myself. And now I can’t shake the sick feeling in my stomach, a feeling that has nothing to do with the bitterness or the Sweet N’ Low.
A little dramatic? Perhaps. In fact, I’m sure my husband would say so.
He doesn’t seem to understand about the coffee…
I never make coffee. I don’t use the grinder, or mess with the filters, or set up the programmer. I make lists and I pay bills and I remember doctor’s appointments and closing dates. But I can’t figure out how to begin percolating 12 hours into the future.
My husband used to make coffee. He would take a huge thermos of it to work and leave me the perfect amount for my 1-2 cups. Most of the time he would set it up the night before so it would be ready for him in the morning. Sometimes he would forget and have to set it up on his way down to the shower. Once in a great while he would leave the house in a rush and completely without coffee. In those rare cases he would call on his way to work to say “sorry babe, I was running late, no coffee” and I would jokingly groan and stop off for a store-bought cup on my way to work.
About six months ago he started teasing me about not knowing how to make coffee. He tried to show me, explaining it wasn’t difficult. I laughed and brushed him off, explaining that as long as he was there I had absolutely no need to make coffee.
A few months ago he started pointing out that it was absolutely ridiculous that I wouldn’t make coffee. It’s not hard. Anyone can do it. I told him I didn’t know how. I didn’t want to learn. I would just buy it in the morning if it was that big of a deal.
A couple weeks ago he stopped making coffee all together. Not the night before… not during the morning rush… not a phone call with a teasing “sorry, no coffee”. He says he’s not drinking as much anyway. Apparently he’s buying energy drinks or something now so he doesn’t really need coffee in the morning anymore.
If I want coffee, I can make it.
Last night we got into an argument - not about coffee. At some point I tried to explain that I was going to need him over the next four weeks. Really, truly, need him. That shutting down and closing up - while it may be his natural reaction to stress - was not going to work right now. He had to find a different way to handle that stress and anxiety, for me and the kids. We cannot afford for him to cave in on himself right now. I simply cannot do this by myself.
All I remember hearing back was something about me being selfish. And insensitive.
My heart sank, at first. And then I stuck out my chin and reset my resolve. I got angry, and then steady, steely perhaps.
And this morning, I made coffee.
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Posted in Love and Marriage Tagged: marriage, relationships
When the going gets tough, the blonde makes coffee.
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I suck at making coffee, but I can do it. And now so can you.
:thumbsup:
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coffee…just switch to wine. Everything is better with wine.
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So your husband has little boy syndrome like mine?
Not much fun, is it.
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I’m leaving, Avitable already nailed this one.
:lmfao:
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Truthfully, that should scare the you-know-what out of him. Once you make up your mind that you don’t need him… he’s in deep shit. Why don’t men grasp this shit?
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Coffee….My husband thinks the coffee machine is evil and will kill him if he tries to make coffee!
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i switched to the little french press. they are preactically without thought, even early in the a.m. when i NEED coffee.
good for you. i love that you are as strong as your coffee.
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First time commenter. Felt that needed to be said.. Anyhoo it goes w/out saying (and yet I’m saying it) you’re a different kind of person .. the good kind of different.
My theroy on coffee making is this: Non-coffee drinkers often make the best coffee. The truly addicted can’t. Or won’t. My husband makes my coffee every morning before going to work. He doesn’t drink the stuff. EVER. My daughter does the same. I make the second pot because then I’m home alone and no one can make it for me. I think Mr. Britt is being completely unreasonable.
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Check another accomplishment off on your list, babe
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Standing O!!
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avitable: point is, blonde doesn’t WANT to be tough all the time.
themuttprincess: I cannot, however, make good coffee yet.
Trishk: now THAT is a plan.
J.: exactly, not much fun at all.
RW: Shane! Shane! Don’t go, Shane!
AmyD: Thank. You.
debkitty: I like your husband. :-)
hellohahanarf: sometimes being strong is the same as being tired.
Lin: I like the way you think.
Mom: is it possible my list is getting too long?
Wicked H: LOL
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I know. You shouldn’t have to be. But you’re one of the only people I know who can be when it comes down to it.
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I made coffee once. Then, I decided that it’s just as easy to go to my neighbor’s home when I need caffeine.
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Who said anything about it being good??
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So what it all comes down to is: you made your own coffee, so he was right, you really don’t need him right now.
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Miss Britt,
I don’t get coffee, I don’t get sex, I don’t get help with the kids when I am vomiting-almost-in-a-coma sick, I don’t get help when the kids need to go to the emergency room…
If you get coffee some of the time, you seem ahead of the curve to me.
merci, Maman
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Coffee and BLOWJOBS!
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avitable: *sigh* yeah, there is that.
Mist 1: I need new neighbors.
themuttprincess: :lmfao:
Nobody™: I can’t tell if you totally get the point… or not at all and I need to save space in the hole for you beside my husband…
maman: gosh, I feel loads better now. Thanks.
Jeff:
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:sex012:
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Sorry… just proof that one should not comment when one is drunk and feeling sorry for themselves..
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Maman - When one is drunk and feeling sorry for ones self, one should do a video post.
It’s very healing.
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Perhaps someone has already said this, but he needs you too.
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