It’s a good morose and it’s exactly how I feel. I don’t like plain fried ground beef. I can eat it if there is a little garlic and it’s a thin patty. Every night my husband makes big thick, rare burgers with no seasoning. His feelings are hurt when I don’t eat it. He lectures me about wasting food. I have a big sign on the stove that says please don’t make me a hamburger patty and still it happens day after day. I have resorted to being yelled at and eating oatmeal for every evening meal.
It’s a no win situation. I don’t want to be miserable and eat horrible tasting half raw ground beer. I am nauseous for hours. It’s an everyday battle. He cooks it while I am still working, so there is no way to stop it. It makes me sad. I feel morose.
It seems like very simple things can cause the most turmoil. Who needs this?