hangry

My husband and I are working from home together for the first time. We normally get along like two peas in a pod. We have a routine where we eat every meal together. It’s nice and it’s sweet. The other day I had to take a call just before lunch. When I went downstairs I asked ‘what’s cooking good looking’ - nothing! The bastard reheated himself some food, cleaned up, and was sitting on the couch eating... His excuse - I didn’t think you wanted anything because you took the call... he didn’t even leave anything out. He cleaned up! I have never loved him less in that moment and we didn’t speak for the rest of the day.