So, I said I wanted pepper steak and rice for dinner today. He said okay. He made the pepper steak and told me he didn’t know how to make rice. So I agreed to make it. He then threw in the fact that he watched his mother make it when she was alive. She let the rice and water boil together. Wrong! I made the rice and when the twenty minutes were up, I turned it off because it was done! He goes and lifts the lid, figures it’s not “dried out,” and adds more water. It made me feel like I really am worthless in this. This is the main reason why I really sought out and found independence. He mad me feel like shit, really. I learned to cook, bake, fry, and grill from my mom and dad. My dad baked our birthday cakes and my mom made everything else. I also am certified in culinary arts. I can cook. My children are healthy and whenever I cook I get no complaints, but I now see after this cooking lesson, he is a momma’s boy and no woman, no matter how independent she is, can come close to Momma. That I find to be so, so, so sad. And grounds for leaving and being single. Sex sucks so what else is left? I have my own money, I drive and pay my own car note, I own my own property, and am a single mother. Wow, he really tore something else in me. So from this point on, I will not cook for him. I will continue to cook, bake, fry, sauté, and frizzle and frazzle for my kids and that’s it. The more time I spend in this, the more I realize I would rather be single. And that is my cooking lesson for Sunday, November 14.