Feb 11, 2018

Bread Ties, Part 1, Unfinished

"You plan on leaving that bread tie on the floor?" he asked.

"I'll get it up in the morning when I sweep," she answered.

"You know they multiply," he said, "it's already been there all day, it will be laying eggs soon."

"Okay," she laughed as she reached down to pick it up, "I got it, happy now?"

"Let's just hope it hadn't mated before it got loose."

"That's enough," she said.


The next morning he walked into the kitchen. "Too late," he shouted, "there's six of them on the floor."

"Six of what?" she asked as she followed him into the kitchen. "How did those get there?"

"I told you they multiply," he answered.

"No they don't," she said as she reached for the broom, "you're just being silly."

"Whatever you say, Dear. It's your dream house, I just make the payments."

"And you'll keep making them," she laughed.

"And taking you out to dinner, and expensive vacations, and buying you anything you want just like I've always done even if you do drop the bread ties on the floor."

At dinner one night weeks later he noticed she was unusually quiet. "Something bothering you he asked?"

"Bread ties." she answered.

"What about them?" he asked.

"Every day I sweep up five or six bread ties." she answered.

"How can that be?" he asked, "We dine out almost every meal."

"I thought maybe you were putting them there," she said.

"Why would I do that?"

"Some kind of joke?" she asked. "I donno."

"Honey, I promise you I am not putting five or six bread ties on the floor every day," he assured her.

"Do you think it's really possible they multiply?" she asked.

"No way," he said, "Now that was just a joke."

"You're not bringing them home from work are you?"

"Honey," he smiled, "I'm a stock broker. We don't even have wires on our phones anymore. Where would I get them?"

"Do you think I'm crazy?" she asked.

"You married me," he grinned.

"That's not what I mean," she frowned.

"You want me to take you to see someone?" he asked.

"I donno," she answered.

Please continue reading Part 2: Gaslighting