The kitchen is silent apart from the highlighter pens my husband and I are squeaking across bank statements. We’re attempting to shock ourselves with how much we spend on eating out. He refrains from pointing out that this startling sum would be a whole lot less if someone (me) did their fair share of the cooking. Of the two of us, he’s the one who puts food on the table in our house and it’s me who
CAN'T COOK WON'T COOK
Mar 30, 2023
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