Jason and I are not talking. He will not allow me to have the rabbit because we haven’t cleared the lot in the back yet. I pleaded, gave him a series of whiny noises, and even gave him a bit of the silent treatment. But it wouldn’t do.
Though, if he did give in solely because I acted like a petulant brat, I would probably respect him less. He is the logical, pragmatic, and practical one at the moment, whereas I am the one driven by my impulsive emotions to purchase a rabbit I can’t house, since my apartment does not allow pets in the unit. If Jason was willing, he would keep the rabbit at his place, but he doesn’t want to purchase a rabbit or even a goat without ample space in the yard to let them roam. Very reasonable. Very smart. Yet I am very annoyed with this situation.
Poo.
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