Bloody Hell

Last night i was so pissed off that Joe blatantly refused my request to take a shower.   As you know he told me he didn’t care what other people thought     I asked him in what my children would call my passive aggressive phase “Not even me”.   He just sat their and looked at me until I gave up and left.   I was so mad when I left.   Then I started to think of all we/he has been through in two and a half years.   He has never refused me anything.   He has never been angry or belligerent with me.  I tried for a brief second to be in his shoes.    Right now 24 hours later, he is taking a shower.   I never knew how important one shower could be.