I FOUND BUTTER ON THE COUNTER—AND IT MELTED MORE THAN I EXPECTED
More Than Just Butter
What started as a simple disagreement over butter left out on the counter turned into something deeper. I found it unsanitary, but my husband Braden saw it as a cherished tradition—just like his Grandma Selma used to do.
At first, I kept quiet. But the butter became a symbol: not just of hygiene, but of how Braden dismissed my concerns. When I voiced them, he brushed them off. Things got worse when his sister, Clarissa, posted passive-aggressive remarks online. Braden admitted he’d vented to her, which hurt even more.
“It’s not about butter,” I told him. “It’s about respect.” That’s when he finally opened up: the butter reminded him…
