Even Sweeter

I promise this blog will not become a never-ending saga of how sweet my dear H3.2 is, however this one I must tell. First, a little background is necessary. When H2 moved out, he took a lot of essential kitchen items. I didn't want to have a protracted, bitter divorce so I let him take everything he wanted. And he wanted our knives. Now, for those of you that aren't into knives, this may not bum you out. However, when you lose a set of Henckel Pro S series knives, you're not a happy camper.

I packed H2's belongings as he was too busy working to pack his own stuff. I kept one knife, an 8" chef's knife. I didn't tell him that I kept the knife. I loved that knife. All of his things are in storage, so he didn't even know it was missing. He came over on Friday to bring my darling child home and was in the kitchen talking to his cat (that still lives with me and I can't wait until he takes her) when he noticed the knife sitting on the kitchen counter. Needless to say, he left with the knife. My only good knife. I was so sad.

I went crying to H3.2, and he was a real dear. He didn't make fun of me for crying over a stupid knife, and did all the appropriate cuddling and listening behaviors while I vented. Then he looked online to find out how much the knife retailed for, and I was so upset I couldn't even remember if the knife was a Henckel or a Wustof. He didn't know very much about knives, however quickly educated himself. He told me that we should go to the mall so I could handle several different types and decide what I liked best. The next day he took me to the mall and I recognized the Henckel Pro S series as the one I had owned.

He offered to buy me the knife, and I was hesitant about it because I have some trouble accepting things from people. Little things like gifts, or big things like love and affection. We agreed that I would buy dinner that evening, and he would buy me the knife. Then he bought me the 8 piece set. When we were bargaining, I heard "knife". He was saying "knives". Oh my God! So I went home with my knives after taking my darling to P.F. Chang's for dinner. For all of you out there that have wheat issues, P.F. Chang's has a gluten free menu. H3.2 researched it before we went because he's the fucking greatest!