After a long, exhausting day, all I wanted was to come home and eat the leftovers I had been thinking about since noon. That one perfect container with my name clearly written on it. I opened the fridge and-empty. Gone. Not even a crumb in sight.
Turns out, someone in my house (you know who you are) decided that my name was just a suggestion. No apology. No remorse. Just an empty Tupperware and shattered dreams.
It wasn’t just food. It was the promise of comfort, stolen without warning. That lasagna was my end-of-day motivation, and now all I have is a bowl of cereal and rage.
What About You?
What was your breaking point today?
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