I try to always pack Debbie's lunch and breakfast. Even though she works from home, I try to make her something to eat as she will not even take the time to come downstairs and dig a left over out of the fridge or attempt to cook something. Many a time I have come home from work and she tells me how hungry she is as she did not eat, because I did not make anything for her. I have called her during the day and made a comment about what I had for breakfast or lunch, I eat only once while at work, and she will tell me how she is hungry. So I always try to make her meals.
I do not mind doing this, it makes me feel good about me, and I hope it gives justification for me being here as I often feel I offer nothing.
But it hurts to see what I have made her sitting in the fridge, or worse.
Worse....
She had to work at coporate, go to the campus, for the past few days. So I made her a really spectular breakfast sandwich yesterday. It was a very nice ham, bacon, egg and cheese on whole grain toast, which is devine, but I cannot eat because of the high carb count. The day before I made a simpler sandwich of bacon, egg, cheese on English muffin.
This morning when I was digging in the fridge I find the two breakfast sandwiches.
It hurts, God I sound like a cry baby wussy, to know that I make the effort, take the time to make her something she claims to like to eat and then she will not eat it.
Why not, if she is not going to eat it, just have it as insurance of something to battle hunger, just toss it in the garbage or hell, feed it to the dog. But don't just toss it back in the fridge, leaving me to feel my efforts are not apperciated.
Grant me the gift of illusion and make it vanish so I will at least think you enjoyed it.
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