Well… I can think of a couple of times, but the one that sticks out is the “shirt incident”.
I was home with him for Christmas break, and we’d had a ROUGH couple of weeks. He’d just gotten back from deployment in late October, and instead of getting out in 6 months like we both thought he would, the military was, like, “Sorry! We’re keeping you for 3 more years… AND we’re moving you to a different base 3 hours away.” He’d already applied to grad schools and such, so needless to say, we were both reeling throughout the move, adjusting to be long-distance RIGHT after being apart for 7 months, etc., and my body was going bat-sh*t crazy on me because I switched birth control and was more or less as pleasant as a velociraptor for a while.
ANYWAYS, we were at his parents house for Christmas break and running around doing a million things, seeing a million people, and I was being a good sport about it all even though I just constantly felt like crying. Well, the ONE thing I wanted to do that week was watch my football team play in the playoffs. We’d been out really late the night before with his friends, though, and I made some comment about sleeping in the next morning (because the rest of his family is early risers and insist on eating breakfast together at the table EVERY. SINGLE. MORNING.) and he took that to mean I didn’t want to watch the game anymore…
Well, I woke up sometime around 10:30, finally, looked at the clocked and realized I’d missed the entire first quarter.
I saw red.
I marched into the bathroom where he was shaving and gave him the death glare…
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” I seethed, to which he says, “Relax, baby. It’s recording.”
My response was to take my shirt off over my head (I was going to get in the shower) and throw it at him and scream, “THAT’S NOT THE SAME THING AND NOW I’M A BAD FAN AND THEY’RE GONNA LOSE BECAUSE I’M NOT WATCHING!!!”
Don’t ask me why, but me throwing a shirt at him was a GIANT deal and now every time I’m mad about something dumb he fake “ducks”… I still feel really bad about it, but my team did lose that game and I still feel WAY worse about that. Him letting me sleep in cost the Chargers the season last year, as far as I’m concerned, LOL.