Holiday Junk

Fight w/ the bf.  Over junk food.  He walked in the door last night and just from the sound of multiple bags rustling, my heart sank and I knew exactly what he’d done – stopped at the store on his way home and bought a shitload of nasty junk food.  He claims that we have “no food” in the house because he has no sense of creativity or how ingredients are combined to create a meal.  If he can’t open the cupboard or fridge and see FINISHED DISH then he thinks we have no food.  I want to scream.  I’ve been cooking healthy delicious foods every night.  “I can’t just eat one bowl of soup” he said, in his defense, “I’m still hungry.”  “WELL THEN EAT ANOTHER BOWL!”  I yelled.  What the hell???  I am doing everything in my power to clean out our kitchen and keep it stocked with food from the earth only and in 15 minutes he manages to fill it with Coke, Chips  Ahoy, frozen pizzas, potato chips, and Milk Duds.  I shit you not.

Then, as we are wont to do, my getting pissed about the junk food morphed into a much larger argument about stress, the holidays, finances, etc etc ad nauseum.  Basically I’m living with a preservative-filled Scrooge.  Lucky me!