This Was Never About Food
It started with something small. One of those everyday moments that shouldn’t matter. My husband said his stomach was gassy because he hadn’t eaten much on that day. First, it was “a bit at a standing buffet.” Later, it turned into a plate of fried rice cooked by a colleague. There, right there.. is a change of a story. But, I didn’t challenge him. I didn’t accuse him. I simply tried to help. “Do you want to eat something?” I asked. I suggested a tuna sandwich. Instead of giving direct yes or no, he said "You shouldn’t eat bread on an empty stomach without protein." I paused. Tuna is protein. So I suggested an omelette instead. Then he said, “Make me an egg sandwich.” I was confused. Not angry, certainly not confrontational. So I asked a simple question: “If tuna sandwich isn’t okay, why is egg sandwich okay?” That was when everything shifted. His tone changed. He became defensive. Suddenly, the issue wasn’t food. It was me “ questioning ” him. At some point, he ...