>>14249851Every Sunday morning, Mom would make me and Dad pancakes. It was the highlight of the week. Every Sunday morning we'd all eat pancakes in peace, no fighting or anything. But, about once a year or so, Dad would walk in, see the pancakes, pick up the plate and throw it at the wall. And he'd say "What do I look like? Some kind of fuckin' pancake eater?" and storm out of the house. Mom would clean it up, tears in her eyes, and Dad would stay out the whole day until it got dark. When he finally came home, the craziest thing would happen: Mom would apologize to Dad! He would sit her down, smile, and accept her apology, and life would go back to normal.
Years later, after Mom passed away, I asked him why he did that. Why he would ruin pancake day every now and again for seemingly no reason. He told me "Because she wanted it. She wanted to be subjugated, put under my thumb, and she wanted to be reminded exactly where she was in the world. Really, I was doing her a favor."
Next time this happens OP, you know what to do.
