Red Towels.
Blood.Red.Towels
“We’re not getting red fucking bathroom towels”, she said.
“Why not?”, I asked.
“Because it’s ridiculous. Nobody has red towels.”
“Well someone must. They make them don’t they?” I was pressing the issue now.
“I don’t care. It’s fucking stupid, and I don’t want red towels in my bathroom.”
“What about for me? Get one set of red fucking towels and I’ll use ’em. They don’t have to be the bathroom towels. They’ll just be for me.” At this point I was just being stupid and indignant.
“We’re.not.getting.red.fucking.towels.”
The rest of the day was a disaster. The dialogue exchange devolved into a series of “Fine”, and “Do what you want”.
It wasn’t about the red towels. The red towels were a catalyst that brought to the surface all the stress we both felt regarding our wedding plans. The way that we handled the red towel issue was a symptom of everything that was wrong with the relationship. A series of arguments over trivialities led to what was basically the end of the relationship one Christmas eve.
Christmas day I opened a present from my mother.
A set of red towels.
I had mentioned the red towel issue to her some months earlier.
My ex-fiancé never saw the red towels. I’ve always believed that to be a good thing. I can’t imagine the blowout we’d have had over that.
In my bathroom hangs a set of red towels.
Blood.Red.Towels
I use them every day.
2 responses so far ↓
1 no way // Apr 5, 2002 at 1:51 pm
I have red towels in my bathroom…..
2 Gayle // Nov 5, 2002 at 12:05 pm
I have been looking for red towels. Can’t find them.
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