I came on here tonight to start a thread, then found this one, which says everything I was going to say.
I feel as if I am a grieving widow whose dearly loved husband has gone and been replaced by a grumpy, awkward, demanding stranger/lodger who cares not a whit about me, how I am feeling, or what I might prefer. Tonight for the first time in our 50+ years of marriage, I served him the fatty piece of pork (he hates fat) and kept the bigger leaner piece for myself. I cannot see the point anymore of serving HIS favourite foods and watching HIS favourite TV shows rather than mine, when he moans about them anyway.
I feel as if I am a grieving widow whose dearly loved husband has gone and been replaced by a grumpy, awkward, demanding stranger/lodger who cares not a whit about me, how I am feeling, or what I might prefer. Tonight for the first time in our 50+ years of marriage, I served him the fatty piece of pork (he hates fat) and kept the bigger leaner piece for myself. I cannot see the point anymore of serving HIS favourite foods and watching HIS favourite TV shows rather than mine, when he moans about them anyway.