I took it into the house declaring that I'd located one.
He took it from me and said, "Alright! I can write on it." I guess that since it's ours, he feels he can deface it all he wants to. I couldn't argue, so I let it go. Plus, he's in one of those moods.
I warned him, from my own experience, that it might be difficult to do because it is black. His response: "Ever heard of white?"
He's digging himself an emotional hole. A hole that just keeps getting deeper and deeper, and no matter how hard I try to pull him back out, he won't be pulled. It's pointless.
And, no, I'm not going anywhere near that kitchen.
So, I tell him, "Go ahead and dig. Just don't do it near me." Sometimes, it seems that permission makes it die down--just knowing that someone knows what you're up to. Granting permission means I'm not joining you in that hole.
And so, I write this because I know there is so much more to this than meets the eye....Points I need to ponder.....Lessons I need to learn.