Is this a sad or a funny story?

She loved him, cared for his health, brought him various fruits, vegetables, herbs, and seeds. She kissed him tenderly, stroked him, and hugged him, snuggled into his sleep, and whispered his name.
She constantly cooked for him what she could. She dressed up for him and fluffed her fluffy hair.
Catered to his every whim, talking to him so much that they often unexpectedly uttered the same words in unison.
She cleaned the apartment and walked the dog.
Her entire life was dedicated to him.
She changed her character, habits, attitude, and opinions to please him. She even grew to love his disgusting, vile, and horrible habits—she adapted to him.
He enjoyed everything she gave him, but one day he suddenly, rudely and painfully shoved her shoulder and kicked her out of the house.
She left, taking only her documents, her medicinal herbs, and the most basic clothing. She cried all day long, from morning until night, waiting for him to write an apology...
The feeling of separation was unbearable!
On the third day, he wrote a message.
She rushed to read it, breathless with joy and anticipation of an apology...

The message was: "Why did you steal my casserole?"