I just woke up from a nap this afternoon. And I’m very prone to moodswings after waking up. Before going to sleep i told myself i’ll eat lunch once i wake up. When i woke up my food wasn’t on the table. Apparently dad put it in the fridge. I hate cold spaghetti as well as reheated spaghetti, but i hate it much more when someone touches something that’s supposed to be mine. He explained he was worried the food might get spoiled. Fking told him the food will spoil if left outside overnight but as usual he didn’t hear it. Out of frustration I got rid my cold food. I gave it to the dog. In front of dad. I don’t care if dad feels like s*** about it. However I’m feeling really guilty. For my mom, who cooked something wholesome for me just to end up as dog food because her son/daughter hates cold food that could have been just reheated, and uses the food as an excuse for doing something so deplorable to hide the real reason: hating the fact that the father of the house did something again that involves with stuff that is not his own. Now I don’t feel like eating anything but surely mom won’t allow me to not eat dinner. I really want to tell her but I can’t, I don’t want her to feel bad about what happened (coz surely she will).
