Oooo, sorry, I forgot a good one:
XABF is binge drinking all afternoon in our spare bedroom. He emerges from the room with his keys and announces he is going to the store.
I say, "[XABF], please do not drive."
He responds, "Liz, I'm not interested in anything you have to say."
So he leaves and drives to the store. I don't want to be around him when he gets back, so I decide to go to a friend's house. As I'm heading out the door to leave, I pass him drunkenly coming back up to the apartment, but I say nothing to him.
The next day, he tells me, "That was so hurtful when you walked by me last night and didn't say anything."
Soooo just to get this straight, you're not interested in anything I have to say, but you're hurt that I didn't say anything........