I’m so sick of pretending I’m some sophisticated food person for my partner. Every dinner, it’s all “oh the subtle notes” and “texture profile.” Like I just spent three hours making them a real meal, doing all the dishes after, then put the kid to bed... I mean, I don't even get to eat half the time until everyone else is done. And then I just want to EAT. But then midnight hits and I’m standing over the sink, shoving cold pizza in my face. Just, like, gorging myself. I just want a minute to myself without having to be a perfect adult. And they think I’m some kind of fancy eater. It's so stupid.