Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:I used to (jokingly, I thought) call my wife "The Destroyer" for all the times she carelessly broke or ruined something we owned. Now she's my ex-wife. We didn't divorce solely because I called her "The Destroyer," but it didn't help. I meant it in fun; she took it as one more data point in "You think I do everything wrong." I'd much rather have "the Destroyer" back in my life, even with her gradually destroying everything we own.
Moral of the story? It's just a damned pot. Forgive and move on. Your marriage is worth more than even a pot—even a Le Creuset. And if it's not, you have bigger problems than one pot.
This. Do the paperwork to replace the pot or buy a new one OP.
My mom "blamed" my dad and I for a piece of china I broke when I was 2. I heard about it until I was 30, when I bought her a replacement and told her I never wanted to hear about it again. I was 2. Of course, the therapy I've had to go through for anxiety as an adult costs a whole lot more than the china.