Unconditional Love

Last Saturday morning, Sebastien woke up and realized that there was no coffee left in the house. So he got dressed and walked three blocks to Zabar’s for a bag of freshly ground coffee beans. He returned and made a pot of coffee.

Curious, I stood up from the couch and walked to the kitchen.

Sebastien turned and handed me a fresh cup of coffee with milk–just the way I like it.

This wasn’t the first time my loving husband fixed me a beverage. Thinking fondly of a previous occasion, I looked deep into his eyes and said, “I hope the coffee cup is clean this time.”

To which he replied, “You can just go straight to hell.”

 

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About JadedBride

Amy Kraft is a print and radio journalist based in New York. Her work has appeared in publications including Scientific American, Discover, Popular Science, The Week, Psychology Today, and Distillations, a podcast out of the Chemical Heritage Foundation. She is currently working on a book of humor essays. View all posts by JadedBride

One response to “Unconditional Love

  • larussoanthony

    Too funny. My state of kitchen-sharing duties is quite similar with my Partner. Not even sure I’d really notice the cup was dirty (“Whaddya mean? It was only used once just this morning for a very similar beverage.”)

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