Him- Can you put your stuff from the washer in the dryer.

Me- Yes! It’s just a blanket and a towel. I’ll do it in a minute. (Having lunch)

Him- Okay… I don’t care what it is, can you put it in the dryer? I have to wash some things.

Me- Yes, in a minute.

Him- Well I need it in the dryer by time I get back. I have to wash something.

Me- And I told you I’d do it in a minute. Let me put my sandwich up since you can’t wait.

Fast forward~

Him- Is your stuff in the dryer almost done? (It’s been only 25 minutes)

Me- I don’t know! I’ll go check! (not dried yet.)

Him- Is your stuff dried yet?

Me- No. it’s not dried yet. When your stuff gets done….

Him- *cuts me off* that’s not what I asked you. I asked if your stuff is done.

Me- Well, if you’d let me finish freaking talking you’d know what I was going to say.

Him- I don’t care about all of that. Is your stuff done in the dryer?

Me- I TOLD YOU ALREADY NO. BUT IF WHEN THE WASHER IS FINISHED MY STUFF WILL BE DONE!

Him- That’s irrelevant. I don’t care about the washer will be finished. I just wanted to know when your stuff would be done.

I’m about to blow my fucking top! Then he gets mad because I said “okay. I get it. No one wants to be around me today, so I’ll just keep my mouth shut.”

He goes on to say “that’s you that doesn’t want to be around us! You always assume shit with your thinking. Just say okay and shut up.” So I said okay. Okay. Okay. He yelled at me that I get on his fucking nerves before walking out and slamming the door shut! 😬🙃