The kitchen was once a refuge where she could create anything; the kitchen was a creative place of her own in their tiny house.
Then her significant other developed a taste for cooking, and this place ceased to be her creative space.
One day, he starts mocking her for the creations; he proudly declares that his creations are better in every way.
They stand in the kitchen together one evening as he scolds her creations for being so different. Having had enough, she fills the dishwasher, turns it on, and water begins to gush all over the floor.
He lames her for the dishwasher malfunctioning. Without thought, she says, “When the water exits the dishwasher, I am reminded of all the bullshit that gushes from your lips”.
He stands at the kitchen bench, unable to think of something witty to say, as she walks from the kitchen, towards the garage, and out the door.