Pissed off my wife after I tried to tell her I preferred un-marinaded meat, she told me to get over it (or something like that), and I told her eating marinaded meat was like eating meat dipped in motor oil and crack cocaine.
Oh well. I'm an insensitive ass. There's a bunch of carne asada in the fridge. I'm not touching it.
#hownottocarnivore
Women need to feed their men to their liking, sedj might be better off with the communication - but it's a natural reaction & he shouldn't feel bad with himself.
Modern women need to understand that this is a condition of our unconditional love.
It's not hard to achieve - mfer is like "please put in less effort, salt & pepper is better I'm saving you time & mental energy."
I disagree with pretty much all of this, but still find it fucking hilarious.
No-one should do anything for me out of obligation. I cook for myself, to my own liking.
I should not take a de-escalation attempt as an affront, even if it might have been hurtful to me in the moment, and then lash out from that hurt in harsh criticism of my wife's efforts to provide me with sustenance.
This is my wrong, not hers. If she still thinks industrial lubricants and plant poisons are to be eaten, then obviously I have failed in her instruction as well, but this outburst was no way to teach.
Only you know how you acted, but the idea that your wife doesn't know how to cook to your liking & vice versa isn't ideal.
Obv cooking for yourself is easy, but it goes both ways - we should take each other into account and remember those small things that give us joy on the daily routine things we do.
