It's only been five hours...
... Since my man left for the night. When he left me to go to bed, I was so happy that I was fighting back happy tears.
Since then, all I've done is fight over food with soon to be ex. I'd asked him if I could have the last pasta and sauce earlier in the night and he said "No, that's mine" - then he started asking me what I was having for tea.
My next thought was beans on toast - so I asked for a tin of beans... he said "No, they're mine". Okay, I did have beans by myself a couple of times, so I gave him that point.
He starts on about what I'm having to eat again... this time, my answer was "Nothing" - I'd already come up with two different meals that he'd said "No" to... so what's the point???
He sat down with his toast and says "I'm surprised you're not making yourself the pasta and sauce".
I said "I would have done, but you've already said that I can't have it once".
I ended up having the last pasta and sauce in the end... but I'm getting to the point where I'm sick and tired of asking for and arguing over - food. I can't wait to get out of here and have a cupboard of my own, filled with my own food and I don't have to ask anyone else for permission to cook and eat whatever I want to eat. I never thought that I'd still be asking for permission to eat what I want like a child asking for snacks by the time I got to almost forty.
Since then, all I've done is fight over food with soon to be ex. I'd asked him if I could have the last pasta and sauce earlier in the night and he said "No, that's mine" - then he started asking me what I was having for tea.
My next thought was beans on toast - so I asked for a tin of beans... he said "No, they're mine". Okay, I did have beans by myself a couple of times, so I gave him that point.
He starts on about what I'm having to eat again... this time, my answer was "Nothing" - I'd already come up with two different meals that he'd said "No" to... so what's the point???
He sat down with his toast and says "I'm surprised you're not making yourself the pasta and sauce".
I said "I would have done, but you've already said that I can't have it once".
I ended up having the last pasta and sauce in the end... but I'm getting to the point where I'm sick and tired of asking for and arguing over - food. I can't wait to get out of here and have a cupboard of my own, filled with my own food and I don't have to ask anyone else for permission to cook and eat whatever I want to eat. I never thought that I'd still be asking for permission to eat what I want like a child asking for snacks by the time I got to almost forty.
