I want to prepare meals with Bubba without getting defensive and having a tiff. But what if defensive is ok?
Bubba and I have relationship patterns that sometimes scuff up against each other. It can result in momentary relationship glitches. Or derail a day.
Some are random and rare; others, predictable and more frequent.
In A Wretched Mess, I wrote about a common kitchen scuffle we experience: Bubba offers to help me cook, and I resist it, experiencing his help not as help, but as a statement I’m doing it wrong.
Bubba wants to enjoy making meals with me. My getting snippy takes away the fun, so he leaves the kitchen, usually with disapproval. His leaving means we’re not doing it together, plus we’re both upset. It all feels crappy.
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