He was building a fire (which is sexy because everyone hates being cold), so I was already at a slight disadvantage...
"And to think that you were going to leave me because I was too controlling."
"Hey, that year/situation was not all me!"
"No, it was not. It was you and that damn shot."
"Wtf? You played a part in it all too."
Now at an even greater disadvantage because he's looming over me with his hand tangled in my hair...
"Do you remember why you got the shot in the first place? Because we were having sex all the time, and we were afraid you'd get pregnant again."
"Uh...No, I don't remember that..."
"Then everything went to shit after you got that shot. So it was you and the shot. I had maybe a teensy weensy part."
A point he illustrated with an annoying finger measurement, suspiciously close to my nose...
Now sitting firmly on the high horse exclusive to those with the self-righteous surety of knowing that someone else is doing it wrong, I informed him that, "Everybody knows Doms are supposed to take responsibility for their actions! It says so in the Dom handbook!"
"I wrote the handbook."
"Can I read it?"
I try to never miss an opportunity....
"Um...It was an honest question..."
"You're living it."
"I'm an experiment!?!"