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assemblingaknob · 31-35, F
Nope. We did have a table, but not a dinner table. It was like a sofa-front table. We, including our dad, sat in the lounge on the sofa, and my mom sat on a low stool. My parents would constantly fight at the table. I do not remember even 1 instance when they did not fight. It would start from my mother asking how the food is, (as she made it), with my dad just shrugging and saying nothing. (my mother is a skilled cook, it was one of her subjects in college. Her food was absolutely delicious). It was just so normal. From bickering about cheating accusations, to death threats and threats of divorce, it all unfolded at dinner. And we, the kids, just ate quietly, afraid to say something. Our parents would look at us, expecting us to take sides. It was all extremely distressing.
We stopped eating at the table after a decade of their marriage or so, as the house became messier and messier. We all have eaten in our beds at different times for the longest time. Food is not dished out, just taken directly from the pot. For a number of years we even had a cold kitchen and would only order from the restaurant. (we threw our stove out). Now we have a 1 burner stove, that sits on the kitchen floor.
What about you?
We stopped eating at the table after a decade of their marriage or so, as the house became messier and messier. We all have eaten in our beds at different times for the longest time. Food is not dished out, just taken directly from the pot. For a number of years we even had a cold kitchen and would only order from the restaurant. (we threw our stove out). Now we have a 1 burner stove, that sits on the kitchen floor.
What about you?