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My selfish wife ate my food without asking, so I refuse to cook for her ever again.

Yeah.

Don't eat someone's food, I guess.

Don't do it.

Stay away from my potatoes.

Stay away from my potatoes.

I will eat the hand that tries to take the food away from me. Exactly. Like a fucking zombie. That's a pretty harsh punishment. What, eating a hand? I say that bite the hand that feeds you. By the hand that feeds you. By the hand, it doesn't feed you. That takes your food away. It takes your food away. So true. Well.

All right. In my household, my wife doesn't cook. She sucks at it. And it's just easier on our taste buds if I cook for us. Nah, she needs to learn how to cook. I think everyone needs how to learn how to cook. Agreed. Earlier this year, we both decided that it was time for us to get back in shape. I decided to research some macro calorie-friendly cooking recipes and got into meal prepping. My wife stuck with it for a few weeks, but ultimately decided to quit. Luckily, this wasn't too much of an issue for me. She's a nurse and frequently works much later than I do as my typical day is from 6 a.m. to 2 p.m. Okay. That is a pretty early at 6 a.m. Working probably New York hours. Yeah. Maybe he's on the West Coast. Yeah, but like nurse hours, it's really crazy. Yeah. I feel like they wouldn't have much overlap. Yeah. Unless she's gone. She's probably working super late. They don't see each other at all. They don't see each other ever. This is a failed marriage. The only way that they know they're around is if the food's eaten. So I would make my meal prep meals for the week on an off day. And then I would make dinner like I did prior. When I meal prep, I make six days worth of three meals, breakfast, lunch, and dinner,

and just swap around lunch and dinner.

I left last week Thursday morning for work and planned in coming back Friday morning and stopping through home, grabbing anything I needed, then heading into the office.

This was known for weeks in advance.

For weeks.

He hasn't planned out for weeks.

Okay.

So I didn't spring this on my wife i figured

that she would be able to make sure she and her kid got dinner that night and breakfast that next

morning the next morning i'm running late and drive through home looking for my last breakfast

and lunch for the week and they're gone they're all gone finished. Fished into thin air. Oh my God. Where did it go? What? I think I know. What's? I know where it went. In your wife's and kids' stomach, how fucking dare they? How dare they? They've eaten your food for the last time. Cut their hands and tongues off. And eye for an eye. And feed it back into them. Make them eat their own hands and their own tongues. That's like the plot of that one Greek myth myth. What? About the guy who like feeds the gods, his kids. Oh, in a pie? Yeah. He like puts them in a dish. Yeah. And then he has to. What's that Greek myth? What's that Greek myth?

Let us know in the comments. I only know it from Percy Jackson. I don't have time to ask my wife, nor do I want to wake her up early before her shift. So I just go. I end up skipping breakfast and lunch. I get off work and I'm starving and decide I'm going to eat dinner early. And when I look for my dinner that night, No, no.

It's not. work and I'm starving and decide I'm going to eat dinner early. And when I look for my dinner that

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