- Posted May 10, 2014 by
Charlotte, North Carolina
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Confessions from imperfect parents
The Fruit Dispute of 2008
"I don't care if I'm thirty five years old and my wife spends all day baking me a pie. I'm not gonna eat it." Rory tucked his spoon into his chocolate SnackPack and gave it a spin.
"That's not very nice, Brother," I said to him. "I feel badly for that young lady."
"Well, I don't," he protested. "She knew I hated fruit before she married me." He pulled his shirt pocket up to his mouth and licked the pudding from the spot where a small glop had landed.
"I told her lots of times that I was never gonna change," he insisted.
"Oh dear," I shook my head. "Surely you don't mean that, honey. Compromise in relationships is so important. No one lives in a vacuum. Promise me you'll give it some thought."
"Okay," he replied. But I had a feeling he wouldn't.
After lunch, we went outside and took some photographs.
"Smile!" I suggested.
This was the best of the bunch.
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