On Friday I'd cooked dinner for BF. It's my own fault, but I'd agreed to have it ready for when he finished an activity, I.e. he would literally walk in to dinner in the table. Usually we cook together or he'd at least be here for a chat while I cook. I didn't realise how much I'd begrudge the dinner on the table thing.
Anyway he was late, so I was in a bad mood when he arrived. The activity had overrun and he'd stopped at the shop on the way, bringing dessert and salad to go with dinner. I don't want desserts and he knows that, so if he wants it he does bring it. It annoys me when he brings enough for two as a treat for me....because he knows I don't want it. So I was annoyed about that too. Then the salads, the meal didn't need salad, if it did I'd have made salad....Frankly I had a bit of a tantrum, but I got over it and we had a nice evening.
I've just got back from a day out and the salads are still in the fridge. I'm going to have them for dinner...even though I was cross he bought them...