Yesterday I took out some lovely chicken breasts and thought about the mashed potatoes and gravy I'd make, plus some local corn on the cob. But I didn't make it. And I realize why now. If I make it, the wasband will eat it too. If the wasband eats it, then he's benefiting from this ridiculous arrangement. Funny how the mind works. In so many ways, I'm distancing myself from the wasband. I have to. I need to. Thanks to the chicken breasts, I now know why. ~ME
Weird thing about being in divorce limbo is that you start doing things without realizing why you're doing them. Take cooking, for example. I normally cook what I'd call a real meal, about three times a week. The other days, we eat leftovers or I make myself a salad for dinner or whatever. But since we decided to split (it feels so 60's when I say that), I haven't cooked a family meal.
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