When I was 7 months pregnant, my husband and I went to a party and they had cherry pie. I brought one slice home specifically for myself because at that stage of pregnancy I thought about food constantly.
I put it in the fridge, went to bed, and fully planned on eating it the next day.
The next morning I woke up already thinking about that pie. I walked to the kitchen excited, opened the fridge, and the container was empty.
That man ate it.
Not even after a few days. Not after asking me if I still wanted it. This happened within hours.
I just stood there staring into the fridge trying to process what I was seeing. Then I started crying so hard he thought something actually terrible had happened.
And honestly I still defend my.......