Jealousy

I'm not a huge fan of stuff animals but I do have a few that I keep for sentimental reasons.

So lately, I haven't seen my stuffed lion for a while. Thinking that it's under my massive clothing piles somewhere, I wasn't really looking for it until now.

"have you seen my lion?"
"oh that thing? I threw it out."
"WHAT?"
"I hate that thing. It's everywhere so I threw it in the storage."
"ohhh... Y do you hate it?"
"actually I'm gonna throw it out?"
"WHAT?!! Why?!"
"cause it's ugly. There's something wrong with it. Y are you attached to it and not to the bear that I got you?"
"I'm attached to both. You don't have the right to throw out my things"
" you know what? I'm gonna burn it"
"LOL. You can't burn it!"
"oh sure, go ahead and pretend that this is amusing. How would you like it if I keep my Ex's gift lying around? I know you, you'd fucking flip."

I'm mortified and amused at the same time. I'm imagining my lion being burn at stake like a witch hunt.

I rarely get to see him behaving like a wack job. He doesn't even blink when I get hit on.