I asked her as we ate, “can I have some of your tuna salad, it looks delicious!” She flatly said, “no, but you can have some of this macaroni salad” The tray with the macaroni salad was almost empty. I said to her, “you sure, you don’t mind?” She says, “nah, finish it up”
Sunday morning, I am awakened by her cooking eggs and bacon. I said, “good morning” She said, “I’ll be out of your way in a minute”. I said, “I’m just going to make a pot of coffee.” She says, “well just wait your turn” and grinned kinda jokingly. I felt so uncomfortable in my own house. I know that we totally misunderstood each other that weekend, but things haven’t been the same since.
I told her point blank, “I’m making breakfast for EVERYONE” as the coffee was brewing and she says “once we’re done with the eggs and bacon, you can cook.” I felt used, and hurt and very surprised at how she was behaving. I can honestly appreciate the gesture of her bringing her own food, but if only we would had discussed the details a bit more.
Have spoken a few times since that incident and things “seem” OK, but in reality she knows and I know that we are unable to collaborate together for a fun weekend ever again. (It will be anything but fun.)
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