Here's a fun one for a Tuesday evening. Donna, 31, lives with her boyfriend Marcus in their flat in Leeds. Marcus does not contribute to the weekly food shop. He does not replace anything he uses. He does not even send a text to say 'heads up, I finished the peas.' He just... eats whatever's there and acts like the fridge magically restocks itself.
Donna had been planning chicken risotto all day, a proper one, the kind that takes a solid hour on the hob. She'd mentally accounted for the frozen peas she knew were in the freezer. Classic finishing ingredient. She gets to that stage of the cook, opens the freezer, and they're completely gone. Marcus had used the entire bag for some kind of casserole situation. No warning. No replacement. No note. Nothing.
With the risotto already on the go and no time to dash to the shops, Donna did what any reasonable, slightly furious person would do: she opened Marcus's casserole dish and scooped a portion of the peas back out for herself.
Marcus was not pleased. He told her she should've checked the fridge first. That he shouldn't need to ask permission to use food. That he can't believe they're rowing about peas.
And that's when Donna pointed out, loudly, by her own admission, that this was never about the peas. It's about living with another human being and acting like it. It's about the fact that he eats double helpings of her cooking without chipping in a penny, and the least he could do is send a message if he's cleared out an ingredient she relies on.
He thinks she's being petty. She thinks he needs to grow up.
Honestly? We've got thoughts. But we want yours first, was Donna out of order for taking the peas back, or is Marcus completely missing the point here?