Doug and I compromise on a lot of things, but grocery items aren’t one of them. We oft come home from the store with things like this:
Jackie’s bread (multigrain)
Doug’s bread (white)
Doug’s cereal (a/k/a pure sugar)
Jackie’s cereal (a/k/a boring)
Mayo (for him)
Miracle whip (for me)
Dill pickles (for him)
Sweet pickles (for me)
We do compromise on the milk (I like Skim and he likes 2% so we buy 1%), but we both know in an ideal world we’d just buy two milks each week. And we really do refer to it as “Jackie’s bread” and “Doug’s bread.” It keeps the segregation alive.
Some may say this is evidence we’re preserving our personalities in our happy, healthy marriage, but I suspect it’s simply evidence Doug refuses to like delicious things. Either way, that's a lot of bread and cereal.