Steph just looked at me and asked “Do you think we should move the couch over? It’s covering up the vent.”
I replied: “Nah, I think it’s ok?”
He replied, in a snarky, condescending voice: “Well that’s the only vent on this floor so keeping it covered doesn’t make any sense. Right?”
To which I then replied … suddenly being hit over the head with a realization bat:
“Listen. You obviously think it makes more sense to move the couch a few inches off the vent, so why don’t you just go ahead and do that? *I* would do that, and I wouldn’t ask you. It’s not fair that you ask me, having already made up your mind and then when I don’t answer like you want, you talk to me like I’m a big idiot. If you want to do something, do it! Not everything needs to flow through me. That is not cool!”
He looked at me, and without blinking …
“You’re right. That’s totally not fair.”
And suddenly a huge issue in our relationship has been recognized by both of us. The onus is always on me to make a decision, big or small and that’s super annoying. I make enough decisions all the time and he doesn’t have to agree with mine, so I shouldn’t have to always agree with his, but who knows … maybe I will if he gives me a chance.
And y’know what … moving the couch over is actually a good idea. I just needed 30 seconds to think about it.
