The need to please

Last night Alpha decided to make hot chocolate. You know, the kind that actually requires combining ingredients and (apparently) following a certain process. Now, unless I have just stumbled in from work, it's very difficult for me to keep out of it when He's doing something in the kitchen. Maybe that's because I think it's my job, maybe because I think it's my kitchen, maybe I just feel bad that He's doing something when He doesn't have to. Either way, I decided to help.
Ahem, it was less than successful. Since I was standing there holding a gallon of milk in anticipation He sighed at me and said He would need four cups of milk after it boiled for two minutes. I would swear the "after it boils for two minutes" was silent. And I proceeded to add the milk. He glared at me. "I said After it boils for two minutes. Now it's not going to come out right. You don't listen." Now, I have gotten used to the fact that fighting is no fun any more. It's just not, He glowers, I cry, no entertainment value whatsoever. I was, however, not prepared for the sudden urge to cry at His extremely displeased reaction. So I'm standing in the kitchen, staring at the floor and thinking "wtf?!!!! This is NOT the kind of crap you cry about." Naturally, I tried to slink away and hide my completely unnatural and personally irritating reaction. Of course, Mr. friggin bat radar was having none of it. Though He did quit glaring long enough to point out that, while He wasn't pleased, it also wasn't the end of the world.
Later, lying in bed, I told Him that it really bothered me that I was o upset over His displeasure. He told me it was actually a good thing. That I was moving beyond the stage where pleasing Him was simply a want, to a place where it had become a need. And that was as it should be.

Personally, I think it sucks. But I'm still foaming at the mouth over other shit, so what do I know lol.