Last year, on our one-year anniversary, my boyfriend Greg and I decided to celebrate at our favorite dining spot, the Cheesecake Factory, because he's aware of my adoration for their cheesecake. As it turned out, my preference for their dessert played a notable role in the evening's events.

The dinner was progressing wonderfully; we were enjoying ourselves immensely. However, the atmosphere swiftly changed when an elderly gentleman seated nearby pushed his chair back just as our waiter was passing by with a tray. This sudden move caused the waiter to trip and accidentally spill his hot coffee down my back. The pain from the scalding liquid was instant and intense, leading me to scream and instinctively lift my shirt—it was a reflex from the surprise and the burning sensation.

Given that I'm fairly petite in the chest area and don't often wear a bra, this reaction inadvertently resulted in me exposing myself to several other diners. Despite the embarrassment, the physical shock was what dominated my reaction. I managed to pull my shirt back down after what felt like a long fifteen seconds. Our waiter was profusely apologetic, but I knew it wasn't really anyone's fault—just a regrettable accident.

Greg, on the other hand, wasn't able to see the incident as just an accident. He became insistent on leaving the restaurant immediately, claiming that my reaction was overly dramatic and that I had embarassed both of us. Standing my ground, I argued that the incident, while unfortunate, wasn't worth abandoning our anniversary meal, especially since cheesecake—the hallmark of our celebration—was yet to come. I even suggested getting the cheesecake to go, but Greg was adamant about leaving, disapproving of my lack of mortification.

We stayed, but the remainder of our dinner was awkward. Greg claimed that other men were looking at me and probably harboring inappropriate thoughts, to which I replied that their thoughts were their problem, not mine.

The ride home was filled with tension, with Greg expressing that I had ruined our anniversary by forcing him to sit through the aftermath of the incident. He couldn't fathom why I would prioritize a dessert over his feelings. This led to an argument that lasted the entire drive, and the silence that followed has persisted into today.

Considering the whole situation, sometimes I wonder how this incident would have unfolded in the public eye, say if we were part of a reality TV show. Would the audience sympathize with my pain and reflex, or would they criticize me for the unintentional exposure and my insistence on staying for cheesecake?

I'm kind of torn on who was more reasonable here—am I at fault for wanting to continue our celebration?

Who acted more reasonably in this situation?