I have the rage because my lunch has been thrown away

[IHopeYouStepOnALegoPiece]

I’m not sure this level of rage is quite warranted

I made a delicious dinner last night and was so looking forward to it for lunch today (like woke up thinking about it looking forward to it)

And it’s been thrown away

“I didn’t know what it was”

Well why fucking throw it away then

I may have cried...

A small slap would be appreciated!

I would've cried. That is horrible. Last Saturday I got the makings for omelettes with all sorts of stuff for them. When I came back from swimming they'd eaten the whole lot- every egg, bit of cheese, mushroom, bacon. -We didn't know you wanted any they said. I think I may have had a little sulk.

I would have cried as well, that's almost unforgiveable.

I posted on here a couple of years ago about staying in Center Parcs with friends ….. ordered pizza to be delivered … far too much so it went into the fridge for a beautiful breakfast ……. got up in the morning to find it all in the bin. I'm still not quite over it and it has soured the friendship … I can't look at her without having flashbacks to that morning.

DH once binned all of my spices and most of my baking stuff because it was “years out of date.” No. Just because the jar says 2010 that doesn’t mean the spices, flour or whatever refilled in it is 5 years old

A couple of weeks ago, whilst ds1 was up here on holiday, I went all out and made a lasagne - I have been on a diet, so have been avoiding things with rich sauces, plus it takes ages to make, and uses so many pans that I generally can't be arsed.

Anyhow, we all enjoyed it that evening, and there was enough left to do two small portions for lunch the next day - and as I hadn't had lasagne for ages, I was really, really looking forward to this treat - but dh and ds2 decided to have it for breakfast!!! I could have cried.

Then there was the Great Cold Goose Tantrum. I plan the meals, and had planned carefully for Christmas week - roast goose with all the trimmings on Christmas Day, cold gammon (cooked and glazed on Christmas Eve) with baked potatoes on Boxing day, and on the 27th, I was going to marinate the leftover shredded goose in soy sauce, runny honey and five spice then dry fry until sticky and serve with rice - it was going to be gorgeous.

Only when I got to the fridge, on the evening of the 27th, to get the goose out and start cooking, half of it was gone! It transpired that ds2 had decided to have a delicious cold roast goose sandwich for his lunch, and hadn't thought to ask if this was OK.

I am somewhat ashamed to say that I had an almost complete tantrum - tears, shouting, snot - the works. I stopped short of throwing myself on the floor and kicking my heels - but only just!! Dh had to lead me away to the front room, and ply me with gin to calm me down, otherwise I would have killed ds2 in his actual face.

Of course, it was all completely unnecessary - we had a house full of food, and dh was able to put together a lovely salad with some cold roast goose and cold gammon - I can only assume that it was the cumulative effect of the stress of organising all the presents, decorations and food that made me revert to the Toddler from Hell.

This was several years ago, and it is still brought up every year by the family. It wouldn't be Christmas if someone (or more than one person) didn't suggest a nice cold roast goose sandwich, at some point over the holiday. They do it from out of reach though!!

I left the best bit of an Easter egg on a bowl, and said to my dad that he could eat whatever was left in the box. But no. He ate the bit I'd been Really looking forward to. Unfortunately I couldn't disown him as he was cat sitting my cat after an operation and doing me a huge favour!

I’d made chicken noodles the night before. It was delicious, and I’d woken up seriously looking forward to the leftovers for lunch. I finally finished work, rushed in to the house, took it out the fridge and left it on the side and went to do a couple of bits. Went back to the kitchen to find the pan on the hob completely empty, and suspiciously clean - the bastard dog had got up on the side and EATEN MY LUNCH.

I’d left a chair next to the breakfast bar and I had no idea he could climb 🤬

YANBU I also get this rage!

Oh I hear you. My husband, who doesn't cook, randomly throws things out of the fridge and cupboards without telling me nevermind asking me.

I got really fed up of it. I told him if he did it again (being a non-cook and all), that I would throw out all of his nasty but beloved by him teabags, coffee and not tell him. He did so I did. It's not happened since.

my teen son does this ALL.THE.TIME!!! Last week we had Chinese takeaway for Friday night tea, I had half a stir fried crispy beef in chilli and garlic sauce with half a portion of special fried rice saved in the fridge for a naughty Saturday lunch. Got back from food shopping and the "whiny little tinker" had scoffed the lot.

It's probably not too late to have him adopted Cricketmum.

When we were 17/18 my best mate and I were backpacking.
We were in San Francisco and I had bought a tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream - it was the first time I'd seen it.
I walked around San Fran all day dreaming about getting back to the hostel
And smashing that ice cream down.

My best friend had eaten it all.

And put the empty carton in freezer.

First and only fight we ever had.

My DH does this all the time!

I have plans for that small amount of cheese and the lettuce I only brought yesterday ....

Nuke your parents immediately! Either that or tell them how important it was to you & forgive them. You'll probably feel better with the latter option and won't do time.

Ihopeyou. I see you live with your parents, you may have some legal grounds on this, the first step I would urge you to take would be to report them for child cruelty, I don’t care if you are 15 or 55 you are still legally their child.
Secondly, you might want to involve the police on this matter, did one of them actually really throw it away? Or did they eat it! Ask them for the evidence that it was thrown out (DO NOT ask for the evidence if you find out the truth is they ate it ).

It is a bank holiday so things might be a little bit fraught in the family home until Tuesday, my coping mechanism would be to go and buy wine, chocolate and cake and retreat to your room for safety, don’t forget to take a few takeaway menus or check out Just eat, I’m sorry but you are going to have to be very brave for a few days

I wish you luck and God speed

Label things. It’s the only way. Roll of freezer tape and a marker next to the fridge, just rip of a piece and scribble “[owner’s] lunch [date]”. If they touch labelled stuff then there’s a WHOLE other problem. I threw a tantrum here and got the tape and marker so that leftovers could be labelled with the date, since I’m the only one who brings leftovers for lunch and need to know when the food was made (things pile up and I don’t remember). Mr bani started labelling them with contents instead. I was like “I can see it’s lasagne, what I need to know is how old IS the lasagne so I know if I want to eat it, don’t get creative sonny jim”.

I’m thinking about that other thread with the OPs friend asking for money for a leak in her house.

I reckon I’m owed the £4 that half of the meal cost plus £571 for emotional distress

Coincidentally, I’ve fallen in love with a bag that costs £575...

Let this be a lesson to you, OP, to always clearly label things that you put in a shared fridge or freezer.

Starting immediately with that delicious "Homemade Flaky Dark Chocolate-Chip Ice Cream" that you found in the red bin at the park....

Argh dh does this! Make something lovely (now it's not hard to tell it's mine as I'm the only veggie in the house so cook separate meals) tell him not to touch it, go looking at lunchtime next day and he's fed it to the fucking dogs

You are most definitely OWED that bag, OP. Absolutely owed it - and I would see if there are shoes to go with it too.

Iwantaunicorn my dog just ate an entire bag of kefir grains. Including the plastic bag!

Sharpie kept in the kitchen, Mark leftovers with giant FUCK OFF one the container works well

I'll let him off, as he's only 6, but my DS has a real thing about checking dates on all food and announcing that he 'needs' to throw out anything with a past date. Even things like chocolate or crisps that only reached their BBE date yesterday. Even he doesn't chuck fresh/in date stuff away, though - and he does check with us first.

Seriously, though, it sounds like some of the PP nearest and dearest are directly the reason why a third of all perfectly good fruit and veg is deemed too 'unattractive' for sale and needlessly chucked away. I don't want to marry it or parade it at a pageant - just shove it in my pie-hole and enjoy the taste!!

I went to get my leftovers lunch from the fridge once, and it was gone. I was really looking forward to it but lunch time can be difficult at work for DH so I guessed he’d probably grabbed it. I was disappointed, a bit grumpy but tried to be understanding.

When he got home that evening, I asked him about my lunch. Yes, he’d taken it. But no, he hadn’t eaten it as time was short so he chucked it.

Then I got the rage...

MY SANDWICH? MYYYY SANDWICH!!!!!!

I can get over someone actually eating my food, though they might wish they hadn't, after a day or so. BUT WHY THE FUCK WOULD I GO TO THE TROUBLE OF PUTTING SOMETHING IN THE FRIDGE IF IT WAS MEANT FOR THE BIN!!!???

Sorry, but that would give me the rage.

My one is truly heartbreaking.... DS6 came home from football club starving, so I made him his current favourite dinner (salmon fishcakes and kedgeree). He was waiting for it to cool down when someone with a dog came to the door. DS went to stroke the dog, and then we turned round to see our dog with her face buried in his dinner. I was exasperated so did snap at DS a little bit for leaving his food unguarded, and then whisked the plate away. When I came back, he was sitting at the table, silently sobbing

I made him another one and he cheered up right away, but the memory still makes me feel terrible.