Im not sure if Im the only one who experiences this sort of thing. Lately, Ive started dividing up the food evenly between me and my husband. Honestly, I cant see any other way. If I dont portion things out at the start, my husband will eat my share as well. In the end, Im left with nothinghungry, really.
To explain, my husband and I have been married for three years. Were not planning children yettheres still plenty of time for that. We both work and bring home about the same wage. When we first got married, I didnt think much of his rather odd little habit. Men like to eat, dont they? Fair enough.
But gradually I found myself noticing that all the groceries we bought together, or the food Id cooked, mostly ended up being eaten by my husband. And I only ever got a tiny bit of whatever I’d made or picked up at Tesco. This went on for a year.
Take roast chicken, for instanceId end up with the barest piece. But I like thighs and chicken goujons too. Its a treat, isnt it, to eat something other than a dried-out bit of breast or a couple of wings all the time. The same thing would happen with chocolates and cakes. If I managed to have one or two, that was a successfor both of us. Hed always get the lions share of the cream fillings before Id even realised.
At first, Id nudge my husband about itnot in a nagging way, just a, Youre not the only one who loves chocolate and chicken, you know. And hed just laugh and say, You cook so well, I hardly noticed I was eating it all. I didnt know you wanted some, love. Why didnt you say?
I wasnt exactly offended, but it was hardly pleasant. The final straw came on my birthday. The night before, Id made some salads and roasted our favourite chicken. I thought Id spare myself a rush on the day, so I could just reheat everything and enjoy the meal together.
My husband always got home from work before I did, but I never imagined hed finish everything off. He basically devoured all the salads, though he did leave one spoonful in each bowl. I was left with a lonely drumstick.
I was absolutely starving. Sorry, I didnt wait for you, he said.
We split the cakes too. Half for me, half for him. At that point, I just couldnt keep quiet. My cheerful mood on the way home vanished.
Thats it, darling. Ive had enough! Ive been patient long enough, but this is where I draw the line. From now on, we split all the groceries down the middle. Well cut the chicken in halfhalf for you, half for me. Any chocolate or biscuits, well count them out: you get your packet, I get mine. The same for fruit and everything else. Eat your share whenever you want, scarf it down straight away or stretch it out for days. Up to you. But Im done with going hungry and finishing your leftovers. You never even ask if you should save me anything. So, either we agree to share everything evenly, or Ill start buying my own food and you buy yours.
He didnt argue, he just said alright. Now everything is split straight down the middle, for me and for my husband. Nobody loses out anymore.
