We have been married for four and a half years now, just over four when this happened.
One day during breakfast, I finally asked my wife:
"So how DO you like your coffee?" I had made it before, but every time I gave it to her, she said that "I made it wrong", or "it wasn't how she liked it". I don't know why it took me so long to finally ask, but that is not the point of this account. She looked at me and sighed.
"Just make it the way you like it."
"Watch me do it so I don't screw it up." I took the pot from the machine and poured an adequate amount into her favorite mug. I put the cream in and the sugar, then looked her in the eyes. All the while, she had been nodding her head as if I was on the right track. "This is how I make it every time. What am I missing?"
Her actions that followed would be rather questionable, but the words that accompanied them spoke volumes.
Rarely breaking eye contact, she walks over to the refrigerator and picks up the carton of orange juice. Removes the cap and proceeds to add about 3 tablespoons into the beverage I had prepared for her.
"This," she says, "is how I like it."