Everyday between 6PM and 7PM I pick up bread at the nearest boulangerie for my bf and I. Lately, I'm constantly afraid that I might forget, which then my bf will be mad at me. It's like he turns into the incredible hulk, or a werewolf when we have no bread. The meal is not complete, and he gives me the typical french condescending stares proceeded with remarks: "How could have you forgotten the bread!" or "You should be ashamed of yourself!" I feel like I should be grounded or put in the corner. I feel ashamed.
It's like committing the ultimate sin. It's the "deal-breaker". And you don't want to tick off the relationship by not "getting any tonight". No bread, no sex.
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