Okay, I Did It

No matter what it is that happened I always get blamed. Something in the house is broken, the hot water is out, we are short on money, gas prices went up. Okay maybe not the last one, but I might as well.

Here’s one example:

Last week the computer printer was out of black ink so he replaced it with new ink. We were almost all out of colored ink also. The only color that was still printing was orange. We didn’t really use colored ink anyway so we decided it could wait to be changed.

Two days ago he was trying to print something and it came out orange instead of black. Now there are a few things he could have done: check the printer, check the computer, and check the ink. Of course that is just what I would have done, but what do I know? His answer to this problem (and every other problem) is to yell, “What did you do?” Since I was in other room I didn’t even know what he was shouting about. I walk into the room where he is and ask what he is talking about.

Him: You know what I mean. What have you done to the printer?

Me: I haven’t done anything to the printer. I haven’t even used it in weeks.

Him: Yeah right. That’s why my paper is coming out orange.

Me: Well, I know you just changed the ink. Maybe you put it in wrong or something.

Him: No I didn’t do anything wrong. The printer was just fine until YOU touched it.

This is the point where I see this conversation is going nowhere (just like all the others). As usual, I am trying to help solve the problem, and he would rather just pin blame. I decide I am not going to waste my time having pointless arguments any longer. There is nothing more I can say because no matter what he is convinced I broke it. So I say… “Okay you’re right, I did it.” Then I just walk away because I am tired of EVERY little minor thing that happens turning into a huge blow-out.