I had had a horrible day at work and she kindly made me dinner. Stomach churning and feeling sick, I had a few bits but didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Then found a hair baked into it and felt even worse but obviously didn’t want to say anything. Thanked her profusely and took rest to my room to finish off...
Thanked her again on faceache today and said I had finished it. Big mistake but my mind is on other things right now. And didn’t want to hurt her feelings. She then asks if there’s any leftover (from my plate! It was a small portion of vegetable stew with rice!) then she would like to have it so can I put it in the fridge for her. I then repeat I have finished.
I’m in my room exhausted and she knocks twice asking how I am (but also to look for the plate I assume?!) - I awkwardly suggest we go downstairs but she clocks and asks me to put it in the fridge, and says she will eat it?! I say again I will and then she says I don’t have to lie! I awkwardly apologise and say it was delicious but my appetite had gone and I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.
We then make awkward small talk while she spoons it into a small Tupperware tub.
I make myself a cup of tea and return to my room, not knowing what the fuck just happened. All this drama over a plate of food! I do realise I was in the wrong but I’m about to be fucking sacked from my job and then this happens. I’m not in the mood 