I've been thinking a lot about the past and when i was 18 and my mom stopped catering to my picky eating and simply stopped making me dinner. How hurt i was. I'm trying to reason with myself that 18 is plenty old enough to have made my own dinner. I know i'm being childish. But i have a heavy heart. I've been lost in thought for hours these past few days thinking about that first time i came to the dinner table and there was nothing for me. How hurt i was.