Living together a few months. Picky eater. New rules every day. Can’t eat chicken for dinner if he had chicken for lunch. Pork chops “missing something.” Won’t eat onions, tomatoes, fish,
any Asian food. Most vegetables except broccoli. Only vanilla ice cream. Won’t eat microwaved food—so no leftovers. Won’t eat corn. Endless.
I’m old school. Trying to be a good partner. He can’t cook at all. Favorite meal is Hamburger Helper. Grew up different. But damn it’s frustrating.
Tonight: pork chops, broccoli, baked potato with sour cream. Perfectly good. He wasn’t in the mood. DoorDashed Jack in the Box instead. Apologetic. But it sucks.
I have kids. They eat my food. I cook for family gatherings, church events. Never had complaints. Just him.
He expects me to cook dinner every night. Lunch on weekends. Won’t eat breakfast. Won’t take lunch to work. Buys fast food.
Am I wrong for knowing “picky” doesn’t mean “your personal chef”? For realizing his apologies don’t fill my empty plate of effort? For wondering why I’m working this hard for someone
who won’t meet me halfway?
I can feed everyone but him. And I’m starting to think that’s the point.
