sweating over a hot stove for a food you know I despise, after inviting all your friends over for dinner. A full hour is nothing but me trying not to gag at the smell while pushing it around my plate, nauseous with anxiety as you put on a show to the rest of the table,
“why aren’t you eating cutiepie? You know i made this specially for you!”
“baby do you not like it?”
and “I don’t know where her appetite has gone!”
until you’ve finally had enough of my rude behavior, fucking me on the table with a strap larger than I’d ever taken before, “Your pussy can just barely eat this though can’t it?” while you and all your friends laugh at me for being a drama queen. Won’t even eat her wife’s cooking at a social event, she’s so stubborn. How do you even deal with that one? I beg and scream for you to stop, asking anyone to help, until eventually you agree to letting everyone join in on the nights real meal
