I came home yesterday and my little pink metal flamingo was set up in the yard.
I’d purchased it last year and hadn’t gotten around to finding it a spot in the teeny tiny garden, so it had been set on the kitchen table for nearly a year.
That’s when I knew, Boyfriend felt guilty.
I was right. The kitchen was virtually spotless, including all garbage and boxes broken down and taken out.
According to Boyfriend, even Puppy gave him the cold shoulder when he finally got home yesterday morning. So yeah, I hoping to never have to have that conversation with him again. I think he understands that it hurts me and that’s something he doesn’t want to do.
Gosh, I love that man.