The OH has a habit of leaving things (normally breakable things) towards the edges of shelves, surfaces like tables and worktops. Occasionally I might clatter one of these. So I managed to drop one of her cups, this time it was slippery and as I moved it to safety it shot out of my hand and broke. These things happen.
Owning up to it you'd have thought that we were all going to die in a moment. Complete drama and melodramatic going on. So I suggested that as they inferred it always their stuff (not surprising as nearly all of it is very little of my stuff is left) that gets broken that I'd break one of my cups which I duly did outside on the patio. Oh no that made things worse even though they said do it.
You can't bloody well win can you. I have barely spoken to her since. It's crazy behaviour what's wrong with people? It's broken get over it. When you're dead you can't take it with you FFS. We have perhaps 100 mugs and cups in the house and she's worried about one getting broken. I give up.
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