Or even care about making a cup I would enjoy?
I like: strongish, one sugar, one sweetner.
He makes (on the rare occasion he makes me one): so weak it's barely tea, half a sugar - unstirred. For me, undrinkable. If I'm in the kitchen I go back, stick the tea bag back in (if he's left it in the ramekin we use for the purpose) add a sweetner etc. I might as well have made it myself. If I'm working 2 floors up it generally goes untouched.
I know, it's hardly assault and battery, but it makes me feel like he doesn't really know me or give a toss, y'know?
It's not as much if a problem ad it might be. His usual trick is to say - would you like a cup if tea? And then do nothing whatsoever about it. To the point that I think it's his way if saying "Would you like a cup if tea? Oh, good, you can make one for me while you're at it".
Oh, and he made HIS HALF if the bed yesterday. I mean, really?!
I probably am BU. But he's really getting on my tits just at the mo.
[Shuffles off to count blessings, through gritted teeth...]
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