I had a pretty awful childhood.
One memory is a roast dinner.
Lots of lovely food but a huge pile of peas. I hated peas. My Dad locked me in the dining room . I wasn’t allowed any water. 40 years later I can still the peas with a layer of grease where they’d turned cold. I wasn’t allowed to leave until every last pea had been eaten.
DP knows I have an absolute hatred of peas.
Today DP & I cooked dinner- peas for him & leeks for us both.
DP served up & handed me my plate. A huge plate of peas.
I reached for the spoon to remove them from my plate :
‘You fucking ungrateful cow. You treat me like an imbecile ‘
I ate dinner with tears pouring down my face.
He says I’m being overly sensitive