No DS9 at the dinner table

I think there’s something about my personality that I unconsciously mirror other people, to my own detriment, until resentment bursts out somewhere. I really don’t like how G__ brings his iPad over to my house and he’s on that while I cook dinner, and then after dinner we have to watch something on the computer. There are so many little things in the relationship that clearly don’t work for me, I know they don’t work for me, but I put up with them because I feel like, “I asked G__ not to do that, he said he wouldn’t, and then he still does.” Honestly, Brian. The next time I feel like cooking dinner for G__, let me tell him, “I’d like to cook us a nice dinner and have a romantic evening, just you and me and no Deep Space 9, no iPads, no Civilization. It doesn’t have to be on a weeknight, it can be on a weekend. How about on Sunday?” In fact, I think I can do that this coming Sunday.