Sitting at the table that night I beamed with pride over the delicious dish I was serving. Only 2 short years and two babies into our marriage I was placing on the table a dish I was sure was going to please, delight and be enjoyable to the Lead and I was excited.
Back then I read recipe books like novels, circling ones I wanted to try and planning many meals over the course of the days to ultimately shop for, prepare and then serve to my little family. I was the sole person to cook mainly because l I didn’t work outside the home. Home was my job and I took it very seriously. The Lead would come home night after night to a homemade meal and I was living the dream of being able to frugally prepare a meal for him. I was so proud.
It was on this night that I made manicotti for the first time. Setting it on the table I remember I was hungry and tired from the hard work it took to prepare this meal. Have you ever stuffed manicotti shells?
It was on this night 10 minutes after serving this manicotti to the love of my life I would be finding myself at a drive up pay phone calling my mother bawling for the first time ever over the events that had just transpired.
She told me to leave him that night.
I didn’t of course listen to my mother that night.
22 years later and I still haven’t cooked manicotti for him.
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