Short and sweet (no pun intended)... T knows I'm pre-diabetic, he's indifferent about my testing my blood sugar in the mornings as directed by my doctor, and he's gone as far today as to tell me just to skip today.... which he's done before. But aside from testing my glucose each morning, he's often indifferent to the things I have to do to get my health back and to avoid pre-diabetes from progressing to full blown Type II diabetes. W. T. F. ????
Due to some physical limitations of which the doctors are still looking to nail down a cause, cooking is pretty much impossible now. I LOVE LOVE LOVE cooking, so this is not something I'm at all happy about. But T says he likes to cook but is also honest about the fact that he would be more than okay (his words) to eat a can of raviolis for dinner. *sigh* I can't do that. I didn't like or want to eat that way throughout my life, but I also can't afford to eat that way right now due to my health.
We've had the 'salad discussion.' I LOVE salads and strive to have a salad every night before dinner. T, knowing I have to make drastic changes in my eating, etc., due to being diagnosed with pre-diabetes, says having a salad every night would be 'okay.' However, he buys salad vegetables, puts them in the fridge, "forgets" to make the salads, then gets testy when I tell him we need more salad stuff because the other has gone bad. Following THAT exchange comes the blame, the passive aggressive type where he gets testy and oppositional about buying salad veggies stating... "I don't want to buy salad stuff because it doesn't get eaten and goes bad," he says with a scowl.
O. M. G.
So I explain to him WHY the veggies went bad and REMINDED him that I said we need to have one every night, or at least I do. He says okay, buys more salad stuff, then... "forgets" to make salads. It's been 3 days since he made salads for us. I remind him and he sometimes forgets. So I told him.. "Don't ASK me if I want one--just make it!" It's been 3 days since he's made a salad.
This man, before I met him, didn't eat salads unless it came with a meal at a restaurant. He didn't make himself vegetables and had canned soup every night and said he likes it. Well, okay... if he wants to destroy his life, fine. But don't play with my life too.
I don't want to be so sick I can't cook. I love cooking, baking, you name it. LOVE IT. But I'm too sick to cook right now. Just a fact. And I'm supposed to be eating veggies every day. So much for that.
But aside from the veggies/salad thing, there's the bringing home crap thing. There's just a weird disconnection here with his insisting on cooking crap he knows I can't have or is exceptionally bad for me.
W. T. F. ???
I really really wish he would just freaking STOP IT.
Ugh.
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