Oh! Where do I begin on this topic?! I’ll start with something good. We have both retired this year during the pandemic. A few months ago he decided that one of his retirement duties is to clean the kitchen every night! Yay! I don’t even mention the things I later rewash because he isn’t thorough enough. It’s worth it to remain silent.
In 2009 my husband’s employer told him that if he wanted his job, it was now going to be in Houston. He wanted his job. He got an apartment in Houston and drove home on the week-ends. This lasted a year before he told the company he had another job offer and was moving back home. They suddenly decided he could do his job from home, if he was willing to go back for occasional meetings and things. He was.
While in Houston, he’d been cooking for himself, probably more often than I was cooking at home, but then he’d always cooked some. On his return, he started telling me how I should cook things. The most infuriating was when he’d start with, “Rachel Ray says,” or “Rachel Ray does...” (He was watching way too much Food Network!) UGH. If I bought a roast for Sunday dinner, I would be so annoyed when I’d walk into the kitchen and he’d already started cooking it. My roast is better! One day we actually did dueling pot roasts. The winner was our son, who took massive leftovers home with him.
There will be more to come.
