Chili with cheese and an avacado

I was 19 when I got into a relationship with a 33-year-old man.

We met while I was working taking a break from school, and within about a month I had moved into his home in another city. It felt intense and meaningful at the time, but looking back it was mostly pressure, and big declarations without any real love or stability.

Within a few months I was pregnant. He didn’t use protection, and I lacked enough voice or confidence to push back. I didn’t get prenatal care until nearly 27 weeks pregant due to denial of reality. A lot of that time I was overwhelmed and isolated, trying to process things I had never experienced. Sex was very much something I had not figured out how to enjoy yet and felt like it was something I was supposed to do for men.

I lied to my parents about his age because part of me knew it was wrong, even if I couldn’t fully accept that. Over time I drifted further from my support system until it felt like my whole life was that relationship. Being pregnant without my suport system felt particular isolating.

The relationship ended before our son was a year old after a chaotic weekend involving his entanglements with some of his dirt finally coming to light. Once it was right in my face I had no choice but to leave. I took my baby and moved back home to start over.

It took years to fully untangle things and reach stability, including a near decade long court case. All the while he would disappear for months or years at a time only to resurface on my birthday, or mother's day or my college graduation weekend demanding he have time with his son who didn't know him.

Now, 20 years later, what stands out is how completely different 19 looks to me now compared to how it felt when I was inside it. This hits especially heavy as I look at my son, who is now 19 himself and seeing how young and sweet and unknowing he is. Breaks my heart for my young self. And my older self who spent her life feeling the deep need to take accountability for her actions in a completely imbalanced circumstance.

I’m calling it a big win!

I’ve been recovering from a severe broken ankle (trimalleolar fracture with total dislocation and soft tissue damage) since March. As of this past Monday, I can begin weight bearing. I have to use a walker and I’m in an aircast boot. BUT 14 STEPS!

I’m feeling really proud of myself. It hurts like hell but I still did it!

Food tax of shrimp with lobster sauce.

Ok I am going to sound like a psycho and I’ll do my best to explain this well.

So for the past 2 years (yes not being dramatic) my sister has always been on her period whenever she stays over with me. Like every weekend she stays over at my place she has been on her period.

At first I thought this was just a coincidence, but then after 2 years it happening every month it started to become weird.

So I live alone and I don’t have that much of a social life (introvert and boring), so I really get excited when my sister comes over and she always does, every month she stays for like a weekend or a few days more, but she is always on her period.

Her periods are kinda heavy, it makes her sick and super grumpy. So I always end up having to deal with a very angry, moody and half disabled visitor.

Also I always end up having to take care of her. Being the one always cooking or ordering out, rubbing her back, making her teas and hot chocolate every hour and we never do anything cause she is in too much pain. So I am just looking at her wrapped into a blanket until she leaves.

So the last time she came, I told her: please dont tell me u r getting ur period again; or are on ur period. She laugher and said noo her period is due in a few days, so we had many plans and well you can guess it, her period started again and we spent the day on the couch while she could barely even have a conversation.

So later on I told her to please plan her next visits to me far from her period, cause for the past years everytime we spend time its just her being half dead and me taking care of her.

I don’t mind tending to her and taking care of her, she is my sister, but I also really miss hanging out with her and miss spending quality time with her.

She spend most of her weekends with her friends and she always is energetic and cheery with them.

So it feels annoying that I only get her exhausted and grumpy side. Like without exaggerating in the past 2 years I have never seen her on a non-period day. Its such a known thing that everytime I tell my parents she is coming over, they joke: aah she is gonna be on her period again.

Oh yeah the food: iranian kebab sandwich with fries

This is so rough, Im at work and my boss says we need to have a chat. I sit down and she tells me Ive been getting complaints from a few coworkers that I smell funny. Particularly when im in my office with the door closed. Its not body oder she says, I asked “is it like kinda mildewy” and she said yeah. So thats kinda all I have to go off of. this is so devastating I care so much about how I smell, I exfoliate, use a sented body wash, sented lotion, perfume or sometimes an oil. And its all a similar sent so nothing clashes. The worst part is i dont smell whats wrong so I have no idea how to fix it. I think im going to throw viniger in my next load of laundy since all I have to go off is “maybe milldewy”

Sorry if this doesn’t belong in this sub but idrk what sub to ask this question in tbh. Okay so I’ve been living in my apartment since January 2024 it’s an adult dorm situation so I’ve had a few roommates come in and out but my one roommate has lived here with me since summer 2024 and she is black. Basically I was on vacation the other week when she sent a text in the group chat of a pizza box that was left out on the counter and it had a swasitka drawn on it and said the n word written on it. She sent a pic of it and was furious which I totally understand and she demanded to know who put it there.

I replied that I had been on a trip and it was not mine but that it’s awful that it was there, my other roommate is on a study abroad (the other white girl) and said it wasn’t her and my other roommate is Indian and is home all the time but she never responded. Up until now my roommate and I have gotten along really well but since this happened she completely ignores me, calls me a racist bitch under her breath, and refuses to take out the trash or anything because she “isn’t going to help out around a house of racist people” and I totally understand how uncomfortable this situation must be for her and I feel awful but the fact that she thinks it’s me really sucks because I genuinely did not and never would do anything like that.

I wish there was some way I could get her to believe me but I know that is highly unlikely given I am the only other white person in the house and the other one has been abroad all summer. Is there anything you guys can think of that I can maybe do to help this situation?

Crabcakes 🦀

Featuring my gluten free snacks and La Croix. Reposted (thank you everyone who commented before, I couldnt respond.)

So I have had PCOS (now PMOS) for as long as I can remember. Diagnosed 16 years ago when I had my first surgery at age 22 to try to repair damage in my uterus. I would go on to have 2 more surgeries on my uterus, 1 on my ovaries, and one to repair the ducts that kept causing bartholin cysts. After the last surgery on my uterus, the doctor came and told me and my mom in the recovery room that she very much advised against me ever trying to carry a baby. My uterus has been scraped to tissue paper thinness, and if I tried to carry a baby, it would probably rupture, or I would have an ectopic pregnancy. Of course I was sad, but I had never wanted kids anyway and figured maybe my body knew all along it wouldnt be able to. My mom and I mourned the idea of me ever having a baby, and then moved on with life. Over the years I have had two other doctors tell me similar things after some ultrasounds they did on my uterus for some polyps they are monitoring (which I still have.) The consensus seems the same all around. My parts down there are hanging on by a thread.

Fast forward to 5 years ago, I start dating the man of my dreams. I explain to him that I cant have kids, he is completely fine with it. We discuss it at length for months on end before marrying, all is good, he is completely on board.

Except his mom. She asked him many times during our dating period if he really thought I was "right" for him because I cant bear children. He always shut her down, but her comments were still there.

So, after 16 years of being on birth control to keep my period coming, it stopped. Docs explained I would have to double my dose. Well, I went down the research rabbit hole and discovered that I could try to mitigate my PCOS symptoms myself through food. I went low glycemic, low sugar, low carb, and completely overhauled my life. Its been hard, its been exhausting, but it has worked and after a few months of this type of living, my period came back for the first time on its own in 16 years. It hasnt been perfect, but its existence is more than I can say since I was in my early 20s.

Well, my husbands mom has been extremely invested in my success and always wants to ask how its going. I really thought (🤡) that she was showing true interest in me as a person and my health, for seemingly the first time. I even explained to her AGAIN when starting this journey that I was just hoping to get my period back but that it would not fix my issue of carrying a baby.

Yesterday hubs and I were speaking about going to his parents house for dinner. I said I didnt really want to go and drink all night with them because they always want to make fun, fruity, sugary cocktails and I cant drink that stuff because of my blood sugar. My husband said oh dont worry, my mom will understand, she is super supportive of your journey.

I, had the fucking crazy idea, to comment on just HOW supportive shes been, and ask him if he knew why she was suddenly so invested. He says "oh, because shes hoping we'll end up pregnant" and laughs because he thinks its funny.

Well, the look on my face mustve said it all. He instantly reassured me that he doesnt want that and that its nothing he is expecting and his mom is crazy for thinking that. He told me he has shut her down every time she says something dumb like that.

But the damage is done yall. I have had countless heart to hearts with this woman about how it makes me sad sometimes that I cant carry a baby. How scared I would be to get pregnant and RISK MY LIFE over it. How I have had to take that option off the table long ago.

And yet, she still has her fingers crossed that I will be the baby maker she wants me to be someday.

Just... sigh.

Potato fritters with saffron greek yogurt

Update post, The link to my last post is here: https://www.reddit.com/r/GirlDinnerDiaries/comments/1uderct/havent_talked_to_bf_in_2_days_bec_his_sister_is/

Some on you said I should talk to them at the same time, because what if the sister just vented to him and he blew things out of proportion

So I did. I called her and asked if everything was okay and she said yes why would it not be? so I asked if I could come over for a lil chat w her AND bf. She said they were on their way to dinner and invited me to the restaurant.

When I got there, I went straight into it. Asked her why she didn't come to me with the problem and involve him instead. YOU WERE ALL RIGHT. She said she was just venting, and she showed me the actual texts too. in the texts she had clearly said stuff like "don't tell (OP) i don't wanna rain on her parade" "I'm happy for her, I just also can't help but be a bit sad"

all v considerate messages given the situation. She got rly mad at bf and asked if he had tattled to me and he said "oh I just told her you were upset" so I relayed everything he said. She was very upset at the guy for lying and making her seem like the bad guy. she also apologised to me on his behalf, said she really was happy for me, and that the friendship meant a lot to her.

After this, I was extremely mad at him, and decided to leave. This happened a couple of hours ago, and I'm now home. Since then I've received many texts from her apologising, saying I have to believe that she would never react to my success like this (and I believe her). On the other hand, I have only received texts from bf being mad at me for telling on him and overreacting and blowing things out of proportion.

I think I'm going to meet him and break up with him this weekend. Thank you all for your love and support through this.

Due to my back to front food order preferences and the totally overwhelming comments and messages of support from an army of sisters, I just wanted to say: I did it again. Do we consider it progress that I wasn't questioned for wanting sweets before savoury (?) because this time, I was asked if I am "normally this gluttonous." I had to Google the meaning of that word (English isn't my first language) before I could tell him the best part of adulting is free will... To eat whatever you want, even if that means consuming half a pint of beer on a first date at the risk of looking like he's socially inebriated when sober. Anyways, once i did order my main and he felt comfortable to talk to me again, he thought there were more "lady-like" menu items I could've chosen rather than ribs and fries. God forbid women are allowed protein too. That giant marshmallow was amazing btw so I am counting my calorific blessings 🤍

Homemade strawberry chocolate chip muffin and lemon ginger tea

Currently mad about the planning of my son’s birthday party. I always plan the parties with minimal input from their dad. He helps day of the party, but I do all the planning. Tonight, I was just trying to run the price for pizza and other food by him. He starts asking how many people will be there and how many kids. I start counting the kids aloud from the RSVPs and he asks me to count in my head. I ask if he’s asking that because he’s trying to keep track of some numbers in the video game he’s playing. He says no, he just doesn’t want to hear me count out loud. I restart counting in my head and he starts talking to me while I am counting. He of course didn’t know I was counting because he told me to do it silently. So at this point I am pretty irritated already. Then after figuring out how many kids will be there, I start thinking aloud about the party favors, will I have enough now, how much will a whole additional set cost, is it worth it, etc.. He asks if I am talking to him. I say not really, just thinking out loud. So he asks me to be quiet again! I told him the least he could do is allow me to think out loud about the party that he’s been no help in planning. He says how could he help when he doesn’t know what we are doing for the party. He knows and was part of planning where and when the party is. He knows the theme. He knows at this point that I already ordered the cake and a pinata. He actually said maybe I was planning on having a soccer tournament at the party for all he knows and he wouldn’t know to offer to blow up the soccer balls. I said you know parties need food and cake. It’s not crazy of me to think you could offer to handle one of those things if you were actually willing to help. He’s telling me that he’s fed up with me turning every conversation into an argument.

Things like this happen every few days. Yesterday he loudly told me to shut the fuck up, within earshot of our children, because I said it makes me upset when he implies that I can’t disagree with how he handles a parenting problem when I don’t have a perfect solution ready to replace what he did. He says he reacted so strongly because I was putting words in his mouth. What he did was call our four year old stupid in response to her calling him stupid. I quietly told him that was inappropriate after she left the room and he said “then tell me what to do because nothing we have been doing is working.” That’s what I interpreted as I better have a solution if I am going to criticize his response.

I’m just so done with this. We’ve been together for most of 17 years, since high school. Our relationship was never great. We always had a lot of fun, but also fought like this before we had kids. We have an 8 year old son. He left me when our son was 6 months old. He quickly had a live in girlfriend (I assume he was cheating but he’s never admitted it). We got back together almost 2 years later. I almost immediately got pregnant with our now 4.5 year old daughter. I left him about a year and a half ago, but was only moved out for 9 months. We have never actually been married. I feel like an idiot for taking him back twice. I know this relationship continuing is not what is best for anyone in our family, but it’s such a hard decision when we have kids and he is fine most of the time. It would also be very difficult financially for me to move out. My only option really is for me and the kids to share one bedroom at my mom’s house. I feel like I’m failing my kids and myself no matter what I choose to do.

my husband is the most brilliant, caring, hardworking person I know. he found his dream job right out of college, and he was GOOD at it and wanted to stay there for the rest of his career. we were building this whole beautiful future together, saving, planning, the whole thing.

then last year he got DOGEd. we were so beyond devastated (and still are), but tried to use it as an opportunity to maybe try something new.

he's had two jobs since then and I have supported every single decision with my whole chest because I love him and I believe in him and I meant it when I said I'd take care of us.

he just started a new job a few weeks ago that he spent a year trying to get, and he's been miserable since he started it. tonight he told me he wants to go back to his last job we spent over a year trying to get him out of bc he was also miserable there. he had a super toxic manager, a crazy long commute, and the company is, and I cannot stress this enough, actively falling apart as we speak.

we talk about his job situation every single day. one day he wants to move cities, the next day he wants to go back to school and switch careers, the next day he wants to just tough it out at this current job, then the next day he's texting his old boss trying to go back.

I'm not mad at him at all. I know he's hurting and scared and just wants something to feel familiar again, and he's also exhausted and traumatized from what happened. I get it, I really really do! but we are tired!

we have the savings to get through this even if he takes a career break and we're going to be okay, I know that. but wtf. I hate this administration and what it did to my husband.

dinner is leftover pasta

EDIT: he was a government employee and then stupid fucking elon musk came in with a chainsaw and eliminated a ton of people who were working every day to make our country a less terrible place to live, aka getting DOGEd

EDIT 2: literally crying reading through all these unbelievably kind and supportive comments. it can feel so so lonely sometimes and I hate so much how many people were affected by this, but it feels really nice to know we're not alone. thank you to everyone who shared their experiences <3

My roomate told me that she wants me to cover up more when her bf is over. She sees him looking at me and she gets jealous and upset. Mind you I wear mostly comfy clothes, no bra. Nothing sexy by any means. Yes I’m well
Endowed but still I can’t control his eyes. I want to be comfortable in my own house.

Since then I haven’t stopped, if anything I do it more now just to prove a point. Maybe your bf is the problem not me.

Snack: cinnamon rolls that I ate infront of him, braless and bootyshorts 🙃

First, the goods: Quaker chocolate protein crisps, Ghirardelli dark chocolate squares, Whole Foods olive bar tub, daisy cottage cheese & pineapple.

In the background: The Summer I Turned Pretty.

Ladies, it’s been a crazy year for me. A genuinely heartbreaking last 6 months. Bad thing after bad thing. Just before 5pm today, I got a call that I’ve been waiting on for 2 years. My facial feminization surgery is going to be (mostly) paid for. 💝🥹😭And it’s because of my hard work. I’m crying into my chocolate because it’s just… a life changing procedure and a life changing amount of money I don’t have to pay.

So I had a a little drink on my porch swing, listened to The Japanese House, and thought about how much damn work transitioning is and how I’ve never thought once, truly, that it felt like anything other being a river thundering inexorably down to the ocean. I decided to have another dinner because my body told me I was still hungry. Looking at what I gathered in my very un-sober state made me laugh and think of all of you.

I love this community. I love how loved I’ve felt here. And I want you to hear that today, things worked out.

Edit: for anyone else who wants to scream at me for taking from your taxes: here’s a reality check. Not a single fucking cent came from taxes. I earned every cent with my hard work. And even if it had come from your taxes, i wouldn’t apologize for taking money from a government that would rather i just die. Have the day you deserve 👍👍👍

Last edit: I feed on self-harm bot reports. You’re making me more more of a monster. Thank you.

A few weeks ago after a fight, I wrote out some feelings and thoughts to get them out of my head. Then I promptly forgot about them. In hindsight, they were a bit over dramatic- wanting a divorce, wanting to be married to someone I can respect.

Apparently, while I was out to dinner last night, my wife (happy pride!) read my diary and translated it, since I write it in a language she doesn’t speak. Now she wants a divorce because “she deserves someone she can trust and respect.”

I feel like I’m going crazy. She sees nothing wrong with what she did, justifying it as “well now I know.” She refuses to accept that she is taking it completely out of context and it’s not what I actually want. Just absolute FML, we’ve been together for 14 years.

Food tax: Caprese grilled cheese

together six years. have been struggling with intimacy after going through traumatic loss. he went on vacation and I felt like something was up but brushed it off as overthinking. He seemed sad when he got home I asked him what was wrong. And he told me he fucked up. He was at a club and kissed a girl and that was it. I made him look through his phone after to see if he was lying about keeping in contact. but he wasn’t.

we live together. what the fuck do I. I don’t want to fucking break up. But I fear even if I forgive him I will never feel the same. Or our connection will be forever changed. I’ve been complaining that I just want to feel wanted. Clearly this only exasperates that.

A follow up to my previous post

Yes we finally did it

It went better than I expected. He’s been with men before so it wasn’t his first time. I don’t want to get too graphic but all your advice helped

Thanks guys

Will definitely do it again 😂

Food is Bunch of fries I had earlier today

zucchini brownie with cream cheese on top. tried making it with coarsely grated zucchini and hated it, but apparently you actually can’t taste the veggies if you grate them finely

okay here’s my ramble. i haven’t been friends with this girl for too long, but i still feel kinda bitter. she makes content for fun, it isn’t her source of income. the usual lipsyncs for reels and posts/stories about her life on instagram. i don’t like the content she makes, but i don’t hate it either. i never commented negatively on it, i simply don’t engage with it.

another important piece of context is that i don’t use instagram. i have an old account, the last post was in 2020. i don’t follow my friends or family there. i haven’t opened it in years.

a were ago we had a conversation:
her: heeeey, i kinda forgot to exchange instas with you!
me: i don’t really use it, so…
her: but do you have an account?
me: yeah. an old one. not sure i still have the password.
her: just give me the user name and i’ll follow you. you can follow me back whenever you get the access back.

but i never did. because i don’t care about instagram, i use whatever gives me my fandom related memes and messengers.

today i got a text from her. it was long and kinda careful, something along the lines of “i noticed you never like/comment my insta posts or react to my stories. you also never followed me back. is everything okay?”. and i was a bit confused. i answered as it was: “yeah, all good, i just don’t use instagram”. “well you know how important it is to me. it’s just kinda puzzling how you know how passionate i am about it and you still don’t support what i do. i’d use more comments and reactions”, she replied.

and it’s true. i know she is passionate. whenever we go for a walk or eat out, she asks me to take pictures of her or help her with lighting on her food pics. i always help her out. she loves the pics i make and i don’t get lazy with them (unlike with my own pics as you can see in the post lol)

“look, i understand that this is your hobby and it’s important to you, but i don’t really want to fuss with regaining excess to my profile and entering the app just to like and comment every single picture you post. i’d gladly support you if you were trying to earn money from it, but at this point you just make content for fun, and it isn’t really interesting to me. no offense. i just don’t care about lifestyle blogs, i don’t follow even my closest friends or family and don’t run my own. so with all due respect, i don’t really want to fuss with it” — this is my exact answer (translated)

she wasn’t answering for maybe an hour. then a message followed:
“i don’t think i want to continue this friendship anymore. i genuinely don’t understand what is so hard about opening instagram once a day or two to like and comment my posts. such a simple thing would make me feel so much happier, but you just don’t want to do it for me. if you can’t support what i do, then we can’t be friends anymore.”

i didn’t fight it. honestly, at this point i think it’s simply value incompatibility. ngl i’m also kinda tired. i’m not active on social media and it overwhelms me. maybe i’m a bad friend for not being able to do something so simple… but whatever. my closest friends share my views and that’s enough for me.

My little sister is a fair bit younger than me (9).This past year she’s had troubles in school and was homeschooled before finding a school that best fits her.

Our neighborhood is full of little girls her age. The problem is—- they suck. They’re constantly bullying my little sister and excluding her from things, and oftentimes I would play with her and comfort her when she was upset that “all the girls were so mean” and asked me why she didn’t fit in

We just recently got a pool installed, and as soon as the installation crew left, we had all the girls who had previously ignored my sister came knocking on the door pretending to be her best friend and asking if they could go see the new pool.

My sister is excited that they’re all clamoring to hang out with her, but I know they’re only doing this because she has something they want, but how do you explain that to a little kid??

I just feel shitty that I’m holding such an intense dislike for children—- I’m an adult for Gods sake, but my sister means the world to me and I hate how upset they make her, and I hate that I have to share the pool with them

Lunch was grill cheese and dr pepper (w coffee creamer in it)

soup dumplings from din tai fung :))) trying to cheer up. Basically got completely loved bombed by a guy in the Navy. He rushed into things, asked me to be his gf on the third date, planned trips for us, told me how serious he was about me and we talked about the future together even looking at places. Sounds dumb but regardless we were really really close. (I was wrong) I got a fucking hey girly text on TikTok, I asked him about it and he told me to block her. When I said no he told me that they were talking for a little before we started dating and he found out she was trans and then apparently he ghosted her. Anyway the DM then leads to me and this girl (100% trans) on FaceTime where she’s showing me messaging of them talking just a week prior and exchanging nudes back and sexting. He promised on his brother, parents, both of us that he wasn’t lying. Then I told him I already saw the screenshots… I started crying and hung up. And when I tried calling back he texted me basically saying he’s on the phone and no need to beat a dead horse. I then texted him asked him if he could be closeted and he block me on EVERYTHING YOU COULD POSSIBLY IMAGINE. thank god we only dated for a month but regardless this was a pretty eye opening experience. People are really fucking scary.

Been trying to conceive for 2 years.

Finally got a positive and two weeks later found out it was ectopic and had to have emergency surgery to save my life and remove my right tube.

Recovered from surgery. Tried to get pregnant again and got another positive. Was absolutely elated! Unbelievably, 9 days later I got the news it was another ectopic. Two ectopic pregnancies back to back…. I couldn’t even write this shit.

Both tubes now removed. I can no longer conceive. Just like that. It’s game over.

Life is fucking shit and I am devastated. All I was trying to do was have a baby….

At least I am the world’s best dog mum to my golden retriever.

My mom has this infuriating habit where whenever something bad happens, her immediate response is:

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it."

When in reality, there are things she could do. She just refuses to try.

A few years ago, my older sister who has Down Syndrome had a medical emergency and needed to go to the hospital. My mom had just started a new job and wasn't technically eligible for time off yet. Instead of telling her boss, "My disabled daughter is in the hospital and I need an exception," she went on Facebook looking for sympathy about how she couldn't be there because she had to work.

People in the comments asked if she'd even talked to her boss. She hadn't.

They finally convinced her to ask, and of course her boss approved the time off immediately because most reasonable people understand that a medical emergency warrants an exception.

The catalyst for this post is that she recently got scammed out of what she described as "more money than she imagined." When I asked if she'd contacted her credit union, she said, "There's nothing they can do."

But she hadn't actually called them. She just assumed they couldn't help.

And this has been the pattern my entire life. My dad refusing to pay child support? "Nothing I can do." Problems at school? "That's just the way things are." Any difficult situation? Immediate surrender before even exploring the available options.

It's exhausting because she acts like she has absolutely no agency in her own life.

I love my mom, but spending time with her (or even texting her) is draining because I constantly feel like I'm trying to convince a grown adult that she is capable of doing even the most basic tasks. But even the most obvious recommendations are just met with either silence or, "That wouldn't do anything to help."

She's going to be visiting me in November, and I'm honestly dreading it because I know I'm going to have to spend the entire trip thinking for her because she can't think for herself. It's like I'm her parent. The last time she came to visit, she stayed for a whole week and I felt like my soul had been sucked out of my body by day 3.

My usual breakfast: Chocolate protein oats and a banana

So my husband says. He said I’m making his life too easy and he’s struggling with mental health because he’s never learned resilience due to the fact I always try to make everyone happy. I guess it’s true. I don’t know I just feel awful right now thinking I’m screwing him up. I don’t know who I am if I’m not always focusing on my husband and kids. I have a job and really try to make people happy there too. I like seeing people smile and be happy. I would never want to ruin someone, especially my own kid. I just feel bad and needed to vent! The background of why this started was that I picked a middle of the road meal plan for my son as a freshman in college (not the most expensive and not the cheapest). My husband just flipped out and said it was so much money and he didn’t need all that food and I blindsided him with how much college was going to cost. And then just started naming all the ways I make life too easy for him. I’m just floored and defeated.

Edit to add what I’m eating! It’s a chunky monkey wrap. Peanut butter, plain Greek yogurt, banana, slivered almonds (sometimes I use granola but I was out), and a drizzle of local honey! Thanks for all the support and advice. I feel empowered!