At least you cooking means you get to choose what you want, right? You could be stuck eating whatever she chooses for ya
Well normally I come home from work and sit at the table with a napkin tucked into my little shirt with a fork and knife in my hand which I bang on the table until she brings me whichever meal I am requesting via shout at the top of my lungs. But today she just left me to scream and starve! Guess she hates Non Binary People.
















