What a way to start a New Year. You would think that after 10 1/2 months of not cooking that it would be appreciated...I didn't cook before because of the nasty things and comments Prince would say to me and his dad would defend him. His dad is such a protector and enabler where the Prince is concerned. So anyway, I am back to cooking (and I LOVE to cook). I cook a tradtional meal...knockwurst, sauerkraut and mashed potatoes. I even let the Prince throw in hotdogs as he really doesn't care for the knockwurst. I was being kind as typically what is cooked is what is served and eaten at all meals. So anyway, Prince gets out the bread for his hotdogs. I tell him I am not serving bread with our meal today. Call me a bitch, but I am the cook for the day and I didn't want a loaf of bread in it's plastic bag on the table. He starts cursing and swearing at me. He is just so disrespectful and it hurts. It hurts real bad. Anyway, to make a long story short, there was a big scene...a real big scene. I ended up making a plate of food for myself and retreating to my craft space and just crying. Happy New Year to me. Needless to say, I really didn't eat much. I am still upset and my belly aches from all the hurt. If Prince thinks it is so bad here, go somewhere else. I cannot wait until he heads back to college.
I am so thankful for my art, my bit of scrappiness. I am also thankful for my other stepson who causes no heartaches, headaches, bellyaches, stressaches. He dislikes when the Prince is disrespectful towards me too.
I am a warrior. I am strong. I will survive.