12 years. That is how long we have been together. And yet, he still gives me my dinner without a knife. Just a fork. So I can spend ages trying to cut the food up with a fork, or shovel the last remnants of food around my plate for a while before giving up.
He has the audacity to remind me not to dip bread into soup when I met his parents for the first time, or not to lick my fingers after getting them covered with some finger food in 'posh' company. Yet, he still thinks it is perfectly reasonable to serve my dinner without a knife!
Yes, I could just get up and get one myself, I hear you say. I could. But what is the point in him getting me any cutlery at all if i have to get half of it myself. And, for example, what about when I am predisposed, like, nursing my little baby who is not wanting to sleep, and not able to get up and get it myself?
AIBU? Is the whole world just shovelling food into their mouths with just forks these days?