"Gabriel, why are you so petty? It's just a dinner, and you're asking for money?" Scarlett complained.
Ever since Benjamin returned from out of town two years ago, our arguments revolved around him. The most intense one led to us smashing the living room furniture.
Repeatedly, I questioned whether Benjamin was her boyfriend or if I held that position.
Each time, she would hysterically yell, accusing me of being petty, controlling, and having no right to interfere with her social interactions.
I walked over and grabbed Scarlett's hand. "Come on, let's go downstairs for some crawfish."
"Hold on a second."
"What's up?"
"Are you kidding me? I can't go downstairs in this outfit."
"It's fine. If anyone wants to look, let them. It's not like you're going to lose a piece of meat over it."
"You..." Scarlett shot me a disbelieving look, her eyes wide with frustration.
"What? You called me stingy earlier. If I don't care about people peeking you now, isn't that pretty generous of me?"
"Gabriel, are you doing this on purpose to annoy me? Fine, I'm skipping dinner." She stormed off into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her with a loud thud.
This tactic of hers, skipping meals in a huff, never failed.