On a given night that feels like a lifetime ago, while I was still married to my son’s mother, she made me some spaghetti. This may not sound like a big deal — I mean, married couples cook for each other and eat together, right?
However…
Back then, I was really particular about what I ate. Though I still am to an extent, at that time I was very picky and demanding about my diet. There were some things I didn’t like.
That night, my ex-wife put powdered cheese on the spaghetti. At the time, I disliked powdered cheese (no more) and when I saw what she did, I refused to eat it. I was frustrated and told her I didn’t appreciate it because I didn’t like powdered cheese. In my mind, she should have known better.
It’s important to say that during that period, I was difficult about food. Going out to eat with me was often a challenge. I was hard to please and not very fun to be around. Basically, I was an entitled, ungrateful person. That night always stuck in my memory, and I regret how I acted.
Even now, some two decades later, I still randomly text my ex to apologize for the spaghetti incident.
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