Last night while I was taking a shower, I was discussing with my husband about our upcoming shift change at work (we work at the same place). I'm not quite sure what triggered it but somehow I ended up in a fowl mood. I had finally put in a movie and laid down to sleep. When my husband finally came to join me he noticed I was in a fowl mood.
"Can I have a kiss?" he asked me. I wanted to be stubborn.
"I wan't chocolate," I responded. "Bring me chocolate and I will give you a kiss." I thought we had no chocolate left in the house.
He comes back in with a piece of chocolate and shows me the last piece of chocolate from our Valentine's Day chocolate box.
"This was supposed to be my piece," he said, since I took no time in devouring mine. He made a pouty face and I instantly felt guilty for him wanting to give me his last piece of chocolate. I hid my face and refused the chocolate and started crying. But my husband insisted on letting me have that last piece of chocolate because "it would make me feel better." I told him I felt guilty and that he could have a kiss anyway and then he said he would be offended if I didn't take the damn piece of chocolate. I started crying again because I would feel guilty if I ate the chocolate but I would feel guilty if I didn't eat the chocolate. There was no winning.
That was the first time I've ever cried over chocolate. Yay for hormones.
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