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No More Waiting For Anyone
It takes years to recover from a divorce
Cooking is more than just feeding a few mouths. It’s feeding a family.
A lot of thought goes into deciding what to cook based on each person’s tastes and preferences. Meal planning and preparation come easily to me. It may be that an Instagram post or the vegetable I come across in my grocery runs speaks to me, triggering an idea of what to make. Every so often, I ask my children what they’d like and make sure it’s something they are excited about. Let’s just say, cooking is not a mundane task for me. I am inspired each day to create and serve food.
The part that is most fulfilling for me is sharing that meal with others.
With busy work schedules and taking care of the children, the only meal I aspire to sit down for on weekdays is dinner. The one thing my wasband couldn’t deliver on was being able to tell me with certainty if he would make it in time at a reasonable hour to have dinner at home. I lost count of the days when I’d leave the food out for him to eat late at night, or not eat at home because he ate out and came. It became the reason for our angst and tension.
It was the utter disregard for me as a person (a wife, a mother of his children) that bothered me from the inside. Even on the rare days he committed to being…
