My husband straight up said something along the lines of "how can you be married for 6 years and not know what kind of chips I eat with my chili?"(which for the record I went to get some at the store and they didn't have them!) But it sent me into a hormonal spiral. I mean, normally I would've rolled my eyes at him because he isn't trying to be hurt my feelings, he's just talking. HOWEVER while I was in our bedroom crying ugly tears over it, he made his chili. With crackers. On our stove. And I have gluten intolerance. When I came out to make my chili, there were crumbs ALL OVER my stove around my pan of chili. Like he knows better.

I literally just cried even bigger tears over the fact that I couldn't eat my chili! I have literally been craving it ALL week! I swear thoughts of homicide or calling a divorce lawyer are running through mind!