I also just realized a weird pattern. His episodes always happen after he makes a giant pot of soup. So I'm always left with this enormous pot of soup to eat, most of which gets wasted, and then I have to clean my heaviest pot and sort through the mess to put bones in the trash if I want to be able to cook again...
So if I ever take him back and he says he feels like making soup, that'll be my cue that a bad mood is on the way. I wonder what that's about anyway. Maybe he craves soup as a comfort food? Or, he has some insane chemical reaction to something in the soup that makes him aggro?
I kinda don't like soup anymore. He ruined both soup and sex for me.
Good news though, I accomplished yoga today! Now I just need to motivate myself to prepare some meals for the rest of the week. And dispose of this giant soup that I should have frozen, if I hadn't been so shocked and upset by his billionth dramatic exit due to not meeting his entitled male demands.
He also threw his favorite hat in the trash, I'm not sure why. So I pulled it out and smashed it in my closet with all his other bags of clothes that I wish were not taking up all the space in my closet. Sigh.
5:56 p.m. - 2020-10-13