It started off with small things.
I’d wake up in the morning to find a tub of ice cream melted on the couch.
My husband would nonchalantly tell me he ate some ice cream in the night and forgot to put it back in the freezer.
Yeah, that’s a tough one to remember.
Then it turned into emptying the refrigerator, leaving food out for hours so it spoiled.
I’d wake up to find my yogurt had been eaten, milk sat on the dining room table, and the salad I had made the night before left on the countertop.
It would have been a great diet if I hadn’t been seven months pregnant.
Sometimes, he would leave the refrigerator doors open all night, so all the food would spoil.