I need to vent. Im 4 days post op and husband doesnt know how to cook, he expects me to still cook for him and if i say no he’ll get fast food and eat it in front of me. Today he ordered pizza and told me remember you cant eat this. I dont feel like hes doing it on purpose but i just had a huge fit cuz im watching tv have a huge headache, cough, chest pain. Baby is crying in one ear and hes nagging me about he wants yo watch tv i can watch tv tomorrow. I told him no and he kept nagging i just feel like hormones are crap right now and i went off. He still had the nerve to yell at me go to the room noone wants you out here with your stupid attitude. Idk how to get him to understand im going through a drastic change and i need time.

Yeah but he still should learn, even if his skills are bar- b- que level. One thing about the Late Lamented --he was a better short order cook than I was. I am good with cassarole, souffle, cake pie and Cookies. My tush and tummy show what happened to my few failures. But he could do a perfect over easy egg[emoji505], I seldom pleased him with my egg efforts so I told him to cook his own. To this day I still inwardly flinch if anyone wants anything,but scrambled. That's how bad the residual memories are, I have PESS, post egg stress syndrome. So since for 44 years I heard I just butchered eggs-'- I make the best scrambled eggs[emoji493] possible. Most foods I cook only too well, that's why my current shape resembles a cement pillar. Ah --but my dear friends-- I plan to get to the stage where I have an hourglass[emoji352] shape again. Well really I do now-- if I wear more form fitting clothes I do have a shape, The problem is instead of 36-24-36 I am 56-44-57 and they don't make Juniors in a 25 or 27, do they?[emoji22]

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