He wandered into the kitchen the other morning as I made scrambled eggs and cinnamon rolls for myself and the boys. He sniffed the rolls and asked, "where's mine?" I answered that his were sitting right next to the last meal he made for me. Oh wait! That's right! He's never made anything for me. Meal after meal, month after month, year after year... I've made meals for the two of us, then for all of us, but never just for myself. He honestly thinks that if he makes a meal for just himself he's somehow doing ME a favor. He's never once offered to get me something when he gets something for himself, like a snack or dessert. He's never even made me a cup of coffee. Heck, he wouldn't even know what I put IN my coffee.
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