'That is not white,' said I after the fresh paint had been applied under the sink.
'It's white,' says he.
'Not white,' I reply.
'The paint can says white - something or other,' he says.
'Just look,' I say, 'the PVC pipe is white, the toilet tissue is white, the paint is NOT white."
We have had these 'color' conversations before. Never quite so graphic as this though. I am always startled at how differently we see things. Now this is obviously not white to me. And it is just as obvious to him that it is white. These observations spill over into other areas of our life together and it is more than frustrating for me.
Some things are not worth the discussion. Especially where the memory of how/what transpired is concerned. I am learning to let those things go. Not easily, I might add. This, however, just made me so furious. This is something that any numnut should be albe to see. Is it me? Am I wrong again? I don't think so. Not this time. And I'm holding on to that.
