he also brought home a new toothbrush and a new tube of toothpaste. he just got me toothpaste a couple of weeks ago.
he is making me hate him. i get that he's supposed to be taking care of me, but he's just focused on one thing. one hopeless thing. oh, no, two things: saving my teeth, and making me eat more than I care to. or need to.
and he took the opportunity to yell at me again about the candy. that happened over an hour ago. and i spit the fucking thing out! but he must talk to me like a five year old: did I think it was a good idea? Why would I think that? Did I think it through? What should I do next time I wanted candy?
Meanwhile he hasn't seen a dentist since I've known him and gobbles candy like air. So maybe I don't want to hear it from him.