I don’t know, maybe I’m the only one with this problem. Lately I’ve been sharing food with my husband equally. I just do not see any other way. If I do not share from the beginning, my husband will eat my portion. As a result, I’m left with nothing, that is, hungry.
Now, let me get this straight. My husband and I have been married for three years. We are not planning children yet, we will have time yet. We both work and make about the same salary. When my husband and I got married, I did not pay attention to his strange habit. Well, a man likes to eat, so be my guest!
Then I began to catch myself thinking that those products that we buy together, or what I cook – mostly eaten by my husband. And I only got a little of what was cooked or store-bought. It went on like that for a year.
For example, I roast chicken in the oven-I was left with a little bit of it. But I like chicken thighs and shanks too. Eating one dry chicken breast or wings all the time is such a treat. It’s the same with candy and cookies. If I manage to eat one or two, that’s good. For myself and my husband. Evenly. He already ate his sour cream.
At first I hinted to my husband that you’re not the only one. I also like candy and chicken. My husband joked at my words:
-“You cook so well, I do not notice how I ate it all. Don’t be offended. I didn’t know you wanted some too. You should have told me.”
I certainly wasn’t offended, but it wasn’t very pleasant. The final straw was this. It was my birthday. I made some salads last night and baked our favorite chicken. So that the next day I would not be stuck at the stove, and just warm it up and sit together at the festive table.
My husband always came home before me from work. And I never thought he would just eat everything. He “sharpened” all the salads, though he left a spoonful each. I was left with one leg of chicken.
-“I was so hungry. I did not wait for you, “-said my husband.
I split the cookies, too. Half for me and half for my husband. And then I couldn’t take it anymore. I can’t take it anymore. The good mood I’d had on the way home was gone.
– “That’s it, darling. I’m fed up! I’ve been patient for a long time, so that’s enough. Let’s do this. We’ll buy the groceries, we’ll split them right down the middle. We’ll split the chicken in half. Half for you and half for me. Candy and cookies by the piece, and a bag for each. Fruit and everything else is the same. You can eat your half at once or stretch it out over several days. Whatever works for you. I’m tired of being hungry and finishing what you leave me. You don’t even ask me if I should keep it or not. In short, either you agree to divide everything equally. Or I’ll buy my own groceries and you buy your own.”
My husband didn’t quarrel with me, he agreed. Now I divide all my groceries equally. For myself and my husband. So no one gets hurt.
