Sometimes I think I hate my husband. Our personalities clash. He doesn’t get my jokes. I feel like a prisoner in my marriage, stuck with someone who doesn’t see me. And worst of all, I feel judged by him and his family. Unless I’m cooking or baking. I cook and bake as an outlet for frustration yet it’s translated as an act of love and service to my husband. I get jealous sometimes because I want to feel a love so wholesome it warms my soul the way my sweet treats warm his.
Will I ever get food for my soul?
u/Antique_Bet_8727 — 1 month ago