I have never before understood people who claim that 'loud eaters are the worst', until one day I realised I was sat next to one; worse still I had MARRIED them! Perhaps they have always chewed this way, but I was previously blinded (deafened?) by love. Or perhaps this is all just a twisted test of my love. Either way, I cannot fathom why DH would decide to consume food in such an infuriating fashion. It is somewhat reminiscent of a washing machine, on steroids. It is more bearable when I turn the TV up, but I imagine it won't be long before my sudden interest in the dialogue of The Antiques Roadshow raises suspicions.
DH has suffered with self esteem issues in the past, so I'm worried that if I mention anything, no matter how light heartedly, DH will take offense and become self conscious when eating forevermore. I'm worried that if I don't, I will snap one day and throw out every scrap of food in the house just so I can have one peaceful, food-free evening. Now I've noticed it, I can't help but focus on it every time DH eats anything at all. Perhaps it is my issue and I'll just have to grit my teeth for the rest of my life???