
My Husband Told Me to Cook ‘Fancier’ Meals to Please His Family
My Husband Wanted “Fancier Meals”—So I Gave Him the Fancy Dinner He’d Never Forget I’ve never been the dramatic type. I don’t throw things, I don’t scream into pillows, and I definitely don’t post passive-aggressive quotes on Facebook. I usually just handle things quietly. Calm, patient, dependable—that’s me. Or at least, that’s who I used to be. Until last month. It all started one morning at breakfast. Ben—my husband—was sitting across from me, drinking his coffee, buried in the sports section like always. That’s when he dropped a bomb, as