Confrontation

The man walked into the kitchen to find his wife slumped over the cutting board, preparing a slab of meat. As he reached her side, he saw that she seemed to be in some sort of trance. 

"I'm cooking tuna steak for dinner tonight," she said before he could even open his mouth, her eyes glued to the hunk of fish. 

He curled up his lip. "I hate tuna steak. You know I hate tuna steak. Have you forgotten? You always forget things like that." 

She turned to him with an expression so cold that a visible shudder ran down the man's spine. "I'm making this for myself, mind you. You can make your own food. Just because you hate this, doesn't mean I can't have some. The world doesn't revolve around you."

He threw his hands up in the air. "Make my own food! Damn woman, we're married! Everything we do is supposed to be together. If we don't have unity then what the hell DO we have?" 

"I just told you to make your own dinner tonight, not to sleep outside. You can lift a finger every once in a while to fend for yourself," she retorted and resumed her preperation of the food. "And we do things together. There's a movie on tv tonight, let's watch it together."

"What's it about?"

"It's a love story. Two people are married to each other... but the wife finds another guy." By this point, her answer was more hesitant. 

"That sounds relatable."