For the last 3 weekends I have done the food shop, which I hate and we are supposed to take it in turns but windsurfing has taken precedence.
So I meal plan, and buy what I need for the week, without being repetitive, making pastas/curry/roasted veg/chicken pie/stroganoff etc. I dont cook Friday or Staurday and Thursday is usually a lazy night e.g. pizza tonight.
have bought 3 large pizzas, he phones up on way home
whats for tea'
pizza'
'what is that all'
yes if you dont like it go to shop'
'fine will go to shop then'
asshole AIBU? cos Im fucking insulted rightly or wrongly that he cant be arsed to come home and eat whata in the oven , plus weve all waited til this time for him, when we couldve eaten at 5pm.