I was really hurt he wouldn’t eat what I made when this first happened. Now I make what I feel like eating, if it’s something I know he wouldn’t eat, it tastes even sweeter, because I am cooking for me.
I really relate to this, PLC. My H and I have loved cooking and eating together from the time we were dating. It was a huge part of our life. We shared meals for a couple weeks after BD, and then, after that stopped, he would still sometimes eat things I had made and would sometimes thank me for sharing with him or offer me a bite of something he made. Then he stopped cooking almost entirely and instead eats fast food and who knows what while he’s out. It’s been hard to see him mostly cut out cooking for himself, which he used to take such joy in, and to lose the time we used to spend together in the kitchen. But I do still take a lot of joy in cooking and baking for myself—it’s been good to find I don’t need him for that.
Originally Posted by PLC
He may have but I haven’t. I am stronger than he realizes.
Amen to that! I need to keep repeating this to myself too. Thank you for sharing this.
