My fridge was always empty despite the food I was preparing – one night I came home early and finally found out where the meals had gone
For 25 years, Doris has put her heart into her family by cooking. But when her meals disappeared from the fridge without a trace, she was amazed. One night, she came home early and caught the perpetrator in the act, triggering events that caused her to distance herself from everything she knew.
You probably don’t expect your husband, who has been married for 25 years, to cheat on you. Not in the grandiose and dramatic way that the films show – no secret mistresses or offshore bank accounts – but in the discreet and thoughtless way that eats away at trust like rust on metal. For me, it started with the refrigerator.
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Cooking has always been my love language. Our children, Ellie and Jonah, grew up eating home-cooked meals almost every night. Even when I worked late into the night at the hospital, I found joy in filling the fridge with dishes they loved: stews, pasta, soups, and stews.
“Mom, how do you do that?” Ellie asked as she sat on the kitchen counter. “Are you working all these crazy hours and still cooking like that?”
“Dear, sweetie,” I said as I prepared her favorite beef stew. “It’s a question of love.”
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When the kids moved out, I thought that my work in the kitchen would slow down, but it didn’t. I have always cooked with the same enthusiasm and devoted hours to meals for my husband Randy and I.
But later something changed.
Every time I came home, the fridge looked like a crime scene. Empty shelves. Dirty containers left on the counter. Meals that should have lasted a week had disappeared in a few days.
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“Randy,” I asked one evening with exhaustion in my voice, “where’s the food?”
He shrugged his shoulders without looking up from his cell phone. “I was really hungry.”
“Hungry?” I pointed to the sink, which was overflowing with dirty dishes. “Hungry enough to eat a lasagna, two soups, and a whole pot in one day?”
He giggled. “What can I say? I’m an adolescent boy. »
“That’s not funny, Randy,” I insisted, my hands shaking as I clutched the counter. “Do you have any idea how long it takes to prepare these meals?”
“Come on, Doris,” he said and finally looked up with that dismissive smile that I began to hate. “You like to cook. It’s YOUR thing. »
