Morning blow out
Beloved has just blown up at me. The first morning Ma is away and he’s yelling at me. Maybe that’s why he wants her gone. It’s all over egg cups. He didn’t like the design of the egg cups I had bought years ago so he threw them away although I asked him not to. Twice he threw them in the bin and twice I have taken them out and washed them. So I told him that if he threw them away again I would throw away his TVAM egg cups. He was lying in bed. That was at 8.10 this morning. It is now almost 10 and he has appeared, fuming. If I dare to touch his TVAM egg cups he will throw away my engagement ring! How dare I threaten him!
The TVAM egg cups represent to him the best time of his life. He’s forever looking backwards. For me they are just ugly egg cups that have little use as they are too small. They take up space and collect dust. For him they are his glorious past. So he would chuck the symbol of our relationship in the bin as a return.