Why would you make a separate dinner? Does he have dietary restrictions? Do you have dietary restrictions? Are you a really picky eater? Is he a really picky eater? Do you not believe in shared meals as an important thing in a family or a relationship? Is somebody on a diet? What the fuck is the story there?
I mean, I know I'm not normal. I don't know what is normal. I had an ex who bought a lot of shoes, and people told me it's normal, but she bought shoes to the point where she ran out of space. I had trouble communicating the difference between "women be shopping" and the pathological form. That ex was also a really bad cook.
I also had an ex who was a good cook, but a really picky eater, and she constantly insisted she wasn't a picky eater. She definitely was. She wouldn't eat stuff I cooked after asking me to cook it, because it had stuff it in she didn't like (THAT SHE KNEW ABOUT). Often she wouldn't eat food she ordered at a restaurant. Like, I don't know what is normal.
I had an ex who insisted on making salad dressing with more vinegar than oil, but that's just eccentric.
But honestly, this feels like a weird thing to complain about. You're cooking for two, and your fiance doesn't eat what you eat, and you don't eat what he eats. This is... fine? I guess you have to cook two different dishes. I can't even determine who is to blame here. I mean, it's implied that he is to blame, but like... there isn't enough information here.
As for folding laundry, this is such a weird one. Folding laundry isn't a chore, or even a task. "Folding laundry" is the simulacrum of a household chore that you get when you exclusively wear no-iron shirts or tumble-dry all your clothes. Folding laundry is hardly worth complaining about. It's like... I don't know, it's like you're trying to find a modern equivalent to "churning butter", so you complain about having to put the nitrogen capsules into the heavy cream, and then you suffer from some sort of nervous breakdown when you see whipped cream in a can in the supermarket.
I do my own laundry. I line-dry. I iron my trousers. I hand-wash the cashmere sweaters. I just don't get it.









