My Husband Gave All the Food I Cooked for the Week to His Mother and Now I’m Wondering If That Counts as Betrayal
Every Saturday, like clockwork, I become our home’s personal chef. It’s not a quick chore—it’s an all-day effort. I knead, chop, roast, bake. I make savory pies, marinated chicken, dumplings, sauces, soups—everything labeled and frozen, ready to get us through the week. It’s the only way I stay sane after long days at work. Cooking … Read more