I'm a Great Cook. Now That I'm Divorced, I'm Never Making Dinner for a Man Again
When my marriage fell apart, I stopped cooking. I gave my children frozen chicken nuggets, pizza, quesadillas, or their favorite: toddler tapascheese sticks, nuts, fruit, crackers, veggies, all displayed on a hand-me-down china platter. Now they eat like "fancy ladies," as my first grader says, piling her little paper plate with nuts and grapes. I live off of bagged salads, rotisserie chicken, and whiskey.
I stopped cooking because I was tired. The kind of tired where your face vibrates and your eyes throb. Too tired to care what I put in my mouth. And my children (then six and four) only wanted to eat Go-Gurts and Cheez-Its anyway. The person who cared was my husband. I had been cooking for him for 12 years.
When we first married and moved to Iowa, I couldn't find a job. I spent my days cooking. I worked my way through The Joy of Cookingmastering pastry dough for beef Wellington, rolling tortillas on a cutting board on the kitchen floor of our apartment because there was no counter space. I cut open chicken breasts and stuffed them with blue cheese. I braided challah and pinched gnocchi. I made all sorts of pielemon, French silk, apple, so many kinds of appletheir molten insides burning my fingers and my tongue as I sampled them hoping they'd turn out well. Hoping that when he came home, my husband would sit down and taste them and say, "Thank you."
Inspired by online recipe sites, he'd sit down to dinner and then let me know what rating I earned. "If I give you five out of five, you'll quit," he joked. And I laughed because when I was in my 20s, I believed that you were supposed to laugh when someone hurt your feelings. I thought you were constantly supposed to be trying harder.
I did try harder. I developed my own pizza dough recipe and every Friday made pizzasbarbeque pork, goat cheese and heirloom tomato, chicken and ranch, caramelized onion and fresh mozzarella, mac and cheese. I made them thin and thick. Sweet and savory. My dough recipe took years to develop and a whole day to make. I'd begin on Fridays at five in the morning, finishing with the dishes at seven at night.
https://www.glamour.com/story/now-that-im-divorced-im-never-making-dinner-for-a-man-again
hlthe2b
(102,381 posts)geebus, can't she find a way to feed her kids healthy, non-junk food nonetheless? Just my first thought....
marble falls
(57,275 posts)a husband.
SWBTATTReg
(22,171 posts)liked the part where the guy still comes home, after 2 years, and still asks, 'what's for dinner?' What an idiot.
This relationship was never a relationship, and idiot ex husband will never find someone who'll care enough in today's society to care enough about him and his wants, deservingly so. What an uncaring idiot. In today's more enlightened society (I hope in a lot of places, urban and rural), this laziness on the part of the ex is pathetic.
I'm just sorry to hear about her plight in that she's got kids, too often child care is too expensive, conflicts w/ the demands of the job if available, etc. (and in lots of cases, ex hubby never pays child support etc. owed or is always behind).
CountAllVotes
(20,878 posts)Right down to the Beef Wellington.
Used to enjoy cooking but not any more. Hard work and rarely a word of "thanks".
I'll admit it, I just really don't care anymore. Nope.
What a waste of time, energy and money trying to be something I never was, a gourmet cook.
Ohiogal
(32,091 posts)Been cooking for a family of 5 ..... 6 nights out of 7 a week for over 30 years, and in the past, I've actually entered recipes in contests and won first place a few times in several national magazines. Yet I never, repeat, never hear any word of thanks here at home. Cooking dinner night after night is such a thankless task.
I threw out all my cooking magazines a year ago.
I still make dinner for the 4 of us still here at home, but I graduated to quick and easy for the most part. If they don't like it, too bad!
JayhawkSD
(3,163 posts)Cooking for another person is not a bad thing. It does not demean me. Actually, it enriches me.
Cooking for a bad person is bad because the person I am cooking for is bad. I need to get rid of the bad person (and congratulations for doing that), but I don't need to get rid of everything I did while that person was with me.
Did I go to church with that person, and if so does that make going to church a bad thing? Should I stop going to church when I get rid of that person?
I think I hear anger and rage in that dissertation. Those things will not harm the person at whom they are aimed. Those things will destroy the person who harbors them.