I have a thing about the colours of my food mixing. Lasagne is my fave meal and I never have it because my partner just refuses to make it. Last night I made it one handed whilst holding the baby because I wanted to give myself love.
Just as I get it out, the baby needs feeding (boob) so I ask him to serve it.
He comes in and I try to hide my upset as I look at his plate and mine but it felt like right there was a symbolism of how much he respects me. He said there's absolutely no difference between the two plates and I'm melodramatic and over reacting. That I need to get a grip and get my mental health looked into.
AIBU?