When I decided to stop cooking last year to focus on my well-being, I never expected it would unravel my marriage. My name is Anna, and I’ve been married to Tom for four years. A year ago, I stopped cooking because it had become a chore. Tom agreed to take over, though he wasn’t thrilled.
For his birthday, Tom asked for a low-key evening with his male friends. However, when I met Lisa, one of Tom’s friends, she mentioned a big dinner at his sister’s house. Hurt and confused, I confronted Tom. He admitted, “I wanted a home-cooked meal for my birthday. My sister offered to make it.”
Feeling betrayed, I decided to leave. I prepared Tom’s favorite dish, a roasted pig, with divorce papers in its mouth and a note: “I’ve given you the home-cooked meal you missed. This is my last one.”
As I drove away, I felt both sadness and a hopeful excitement for my future. Tom and I parted ways amicably, and I’m now embracing a new chapter in my life, focused on self-discovery and travel.
