I buy high-quality turkey meat for myself and make steamed cutlets, while he gets pork that’s past its expiration date.
Im fifty-seven years old. Ive been married for over thirty years, and throughout this time, I’ve done my husband’s laundry, cooked his meals, and taken care of the family. My husband and I have two kids, whom I raised and cared for almost entirely on my own. For as long as I can remember, Ive been running around like a hamster on a wheel. I’ve always worked multiple jobs at once, taking anything I could find so that our children could have everything they needed and be just as well-dressed as other kids.
Throughout our life together, my husband has never really put in much effort. After he reached retirement age, he stopped working altogether and just stayed at home. Meanwhile, Im still working, helping our kids with childcare for the grandchildren, and handling all the housework.
I’ve repeatedly asked him to get a job, even if it’s something part-time like security work, but he always brushes it off, saying we can manage without him working. And hes certainly no fool when it comes to food! I rarely have enough time to cook. Sometimes, I come home from work to find he’s eaten everything and left me with just some soup.
One day, I was venting to a friend, and she suggested I start cooking separately: making meals for myself with good-quality ingredients and using the cheap stuff for him. So I came home and told my husband that the doctor had advised me to go on a strict diet and that he shouldnt touch my meals.
Now, I hide my food. When he heads to the shed or the garden, I sneak a few chocolates. I stash away the good sausages and cheese in the fridge where he wont find them, and I eat them when hes not around. Luckily, we have two fridgesone for general groceries and another for jars of preservesand I hide all my special supplies in the second one.
You know how men arethey can never find anything. I buy myself high-quality turkey meat and make steamed cutlets, while I season the expired pork for him, and he couldnt care less. I get him the cheapest pasta available and treat myself to proper durum wheat noodles.
I dont see anything wrong with what Im doing. I dont feel guilty in the slightest, because, frankly, if he wants to eat well, he should get off his backside and work for it. At our age, I think divorce would be a bit absurd. Most of our lives are already behind us, and weve built a home together. Why sell the house now and split the money? It just wouldnt make sense.
