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Relationship Grumbling
Jan. 11th, 2009 03:47 pmOk, this is just me venting a little bit about something that happens in my relationship, so feel free to skip. It's not writing related or anything.
Basically, whenever I cook something or bake something in the kitchen, I want to kill my partner. Is this typical?
What happens is that I start making whatever it is I'm making (tonight it was scalloped potatoes, plus peanut butter blossom cookies) . . . and he's suddenly there, hovering at my shoulder, telling me that I'm doing something wrong or that I should be doing it a different way because it's faster or, because he's being circumspect, that he usually does it this way instead.
And it annoys the living shit out of me. To the point where my shoulders tense up because I don't want to bark at him or get into an argument over something as stupid as how I'm peeling the potatoes. But I also want him to shut up and just let me cook, because if he doesn't I'm going to stab him through the eye with my peeling knife.
Cooking usually relaxes me. I usually enjoy it. I haven't enjoyed it since I moved in with him because of the damn hovering and "advice"!
I need to tell him that when I'm cooking he needs to stay the hell out of the kitchen, even if I've managed to catch myself on fire. Or I need to start cooking in the 4th floor kitchen by myself.
GRRRRRRRR!!!
Basically, whenever I cook something or bake something in the kitchen, I want to kill my partner. Is this typical?
What happens is that I start making whatever it is I'm making (tonight it was scalloped potatoes, plus peanut butter blossom cookies) . . . and he's suddenly there, hovering at my shoulder, telling me that I'm doing something wrong or that I should be doing it a different way because it's faster or, because he's being circumspect, that he usually does it this way instead.
And it annoys the living shit out of me. To the point where my shoulders tense up because I don't want to bark at him or get into an argument over something as stupid as how I'm peeling the potatoes. But I also want him to shut up and just let me cook, because if he doesn't I'm going to stab him through the eye with my peeling knife.
Cooking usually relaxes me. I usually enjoy it. I haven't enjoyed it since I moved in with him because of the damn hovering and "advice"!
I need to tell him that when I'm cooking he needs to stay the hell out of the kitchen, even if I've managed to catch myself on fire. Or I need to start cooking in the 4th floor kitchen by myself.
GRRRRRRRR!!!
