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Damned if you do.

If I had stopped an spoken to his cousin and his sister, he would have found some fault in what I said.

If I kept it to small talk, I would have been shallow and insincere.  If I told them how I was doing at work, I would have been making myself seem more important that I was. If I talked about him, I would have been embarrassing him by including myself in his life.  If I asked about them, I would have been prying for information on him that I was not entitled to.

I had to be honest.  But not too honest.  And not honest at all about certain things - arbitrary topics that he picked that I was not privy to until I had already committed the “crime”.

No matter what decision it was, it was always the wrong decision.  Simply because I made it.

Buttered up.

Before we moved out of the house, I made a breakfast sandwich for him at his mother’s place.

I usually fry eggs in butter, and for him, I used more than usual because he likes his eggs well done and I didn’t want it to stick.  I also added peppers and onions to the pan, which had temporarily increased the visible liquid.  If you’ve ever even put something in the microwave, you know that liquid cooks off.  

He started streaming that it was going to be greasy and disgusting.  That I was a fucking moron and I couldn’t do anything right.  

He did it in front of his mother, who told him to shut up when people make food for you.  He glared at her until I finished his breakfast sandwich

He assured me he wouldn’t eat it.  I told him if he didn’t want to eat it, then I would.  That was sufficient motivation; he wouldn’t want me to get to eat without him, that would mean I was more special than him or something.

Then he praised it.  It was delicious.

Do you think there was an apology?  You already know the answer to that.