I not sure if this is the right place to post this but here goes. I’m not a foodie, my husband is. I eat live, I don’t live to eat. My husband is the exact opposite. His world revolves around food. His is over weight and seems to think that food is the solution to any problem. I don’t, when I’m stressed out I don’t want to eat. Every day he asks me “what do you want to do about dinner?” It freaks me the hell out. I DON’T CARE! When I get hungry I eat something. We are sort of half asssed preppers and at any given time we have enough food to feed a small army. My answer always is “ I don’t know...I want food..I guess.”

I feel like I am lacking in some way because I don’t feel like planning dinner everyday. I’m not sure if he feels like that it’s a social issue and that we should eat dinner together. Hate it when he plans out a dinner because when he cooks it takes him forever and I’m starving to the point of violence by the time he puts dinner on the table, furthermore he’s destroyed the entire kitchen when he’s finished and “ I should clean because he cooked.”

Blah! Just because 2 people live in the same house should they be obligated to have the same appetite clock and eat every meal together? Don’t know why this stresses me out so much. But it does ...big time. He asked me today what do you want to do for dinner? I got diarrhea and went to bed. My body just wasn’t having any part of this.