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I've had enough. I do the cooking and I plan wonderful, balanced healthy vegan meals. I leave him to his own devices for lunch but usually have breakfast muffins or the like available. Yesterday was the final straw.
He went to the store and picked up a roasted chicken. There were already two chicken carcasses left in my fridge because he hadn't thrown them out. There was also a package of pepperoni left open so that my entire fridge smelled like meat. My guinea pig has been sick, I'm sleep deprived, freaked out over the recent major move, and resentful that I moved to this northern hellhole because of his job. It's the smart move but I actively hate it here. Plus, I can't find a competent guinea pig vet and the nearest vet who will see my pig is an hour and a half away. This sucks.
When he entered the house I was just starting to prep dinner. Moderate effort sort of dinner than would be ready in under a half hour. Then he whips out this poor dead bird who lived a miserable, short life and proceeds to start eating it IN MY KITCHEN beside where I am setting things out to cook with. Things went downhill from there.
Is it completely unreasonable and excessively bitchy to come up with the following ground rules? No dead chickens, the "privilege" has been lost based upon the numerous infractions of leaving mangled little chicken carcasses in my fridge. Lunch meats, pepperonis and the like will be disposed of if they are not in a sealed container. I will not cook him dinner if he will be adding meat to it or eating meat with it. It's not worth the time and effort on my part. He can have a lovely, healthy vegan meal or he can have a dead animal. I'll cook myself a quick pasta or salad or something instead.
He went to the store and picked up a roasted chicken. There were already two chicken carcasses left in my fridge because he hadn't thrown them out. There was also a package of pepperoni left open so that my entire fridge smelled like meat. My guinea pig has been sick, I'm sleep deprived, freaked out over the recent major move, and resentful that I moved to this northern hellhole because of his job. It's the smart move but I actively hate it here. Plus, I can't find a competent guinea pig vet and the nearest vet who will see my pig is an hour and a half away. This sucks.
When he entered the house I was just starting to prep dinner. Moderate effort sort of dinner than would be ready in under a half hour. Then he whips out this poor dead bird who lived a miserable, short life and proceeds to start eating it IN MY KITCHEN beside where I am setting things out to cook with. Things went downhill from there.
Is it completely unreasonable and excessively bitchy to come up with the following ground rules? No dead chickens, the "privilege" has been lost based upon the numerous infractions of leaving mangled little chicken carcasses in my fridge. Lunch meats, pepperonis and the like will be disposed of if they are not in a sealed container. I will not cook him dinner if he will be adding meat to it or eating meat with it. It's not worth the time and effort on my part. He can have a lovely, healthy vegan meal or he can have a dead animal. I'll cook myself a quick pasta or salad or something instead.