“No,” he said, “I like marmite.”… 

“Vegemite?”

“No,” he said, “I like Marmite.”

I couldn’t believe a word she told me any more, I thought she knew me, I thought she changed!

“I TRUSTED YOU!” he screamed, tears welling in his raging eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, a blank expression filling her face, “Once an Australian always an Australian.”

I couldn’t believe it! How DARE she be so unfazed!

I stormed out of the room, angry and hurt, but most of all disgusted in her choice.

I arrived at my house, running into my kitchen and began sobbing uncontrollably into my extra large bottle of Marmite.