Let me preface this with an acknowledgment that this a throwaway namechange as it suggests, and I would characterise my relationship as normally normal (ish).
Ok. I slipped and fell over on some new shoes on Friday. By Sunday, it was clear from the swelling, bruising and inability to walk that I needed to go to A&E.
I havé fractured a bone, am on crutches and functionally immobile for a couple of weeks.
DH is being hopeless, though.
Today - after asking if possible, please, I got 2 slices of toast and marmite for breakfast. He came back from work at 9pm (late start) and had already eaten his lunch and dinner, so was surprised, if accommodating, at my polite request if he could make some food?
That’s weird, right? I was so freaking hungry but am not particularly appeased by a few tablespoons of rice and a chicken drumstick. He gave me a 2 litre bottle by of water before he left but seems genuinely taken aback at me still being ravenous.
I normally do all the cooking so I feel weird about asking for more? Maybe I’ll just stick to takeaways for the next 3 days and hobble to the door 🤷🏼♀️