I grew up in a not nice home. Having to walk on egg shells, not knowing what moods to expect. Roz's behavior reminds me so much of my family. Everything is good and silly, until it's not. It took me many years and therapy to realize that this is abuse. You're abusive Rosie.
I'm probably still blocked, but I had to get my feelings out. You are so fucking smug. It's easy to build a pantry with someone else's money and energy.