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Food was always a Thing
He'd tell me he was bored with the food I made so I'd find a new recipe. He would criticise everything about it, say it looked disgusting and ask why I was so stupid.
So he'd give me one to try, I'd make it and he'd love it. If I made it again, it was never as good as the first time. If I made it again he hated it. If I never made it again he would tell me that he loved it and I was withholding it because I was lazy/a cunt.
Silly things I was not allowed to keep on my person ( off the top of my head):
A hair elastic on my wrist.
A purse (but he'd be so angry if I wasn't wearing one and he needed me to hold his stuff.)
A jacket when he thought it was too warm.
A sweater when I said he kept the ac too high in the summer.
Sandals.
Things he required me to have:
Tame, managed hair in all potential scenarios.
A purse, but only when he needed me to hold something and I needed to anticipate that before we left. Somehow.
A jacket in case it got cool. He didn't want to have to hear me complain.
Money for the extra hydro bill in the summer when i made him turn the ac so low.
High heel sandals.
me listening to heavy dark music as i write a peaceful, clear morning walk with my joyful characters.
on the other hand, me listening to happy catchy pop songs as i write a devastating, heart wrecking scene.
there are two wolves fighting inside of me.
one is a dark rockstar. the other is a hippie