Yesterday, July 27, 2025.
I was tired and lazy. I didn’t cook. My husband came home hungry. 🫠
I had planned to go out, but he said he was tired.
He told me to just eat whatever was left in the fridge.
He said I should be grateful and not waste money.
Then suddenly, I felt sad. Very, very sad. 🤣 I don’t even know why.
I went to the kitchen, grabbed some onions and garlic… and cried.
My hormones wanted me to cry, haha.
I was on the seventh day of my period.
He came to me and gently asked if I wanted to go out.
But I was in a bad mood. 🫠🥺
I cried and cried… and still, he asked me if I wanted to go out and buy food I liked.
In the end, I didn’t want to go out.
I told him to just eat whatever he could find.
We still had some food left, but I didn’t feel like eating any of it.
He could have cooked noodles for himself.
He could have reheated the soup if he wanted.
But he knew I hadn’t eaten yet.
Then he said he would cook fried rice.
I thought he was cooking just for himself,
but he was still thinking about his wife. 🥲🥲🙏🏼
In the end, we ate fried rice together.
I felt better after eating his fried rice. 🤣😅❤️
