I love my wife, but I'm so bored with pasta every stinking Monday for dinner. Spaghetti, rigagtoni, shells, springs, angel hair (she calls this variety). It's all the same, stinking pasta in meat sauce (I hate ground meat in sauce, I like sausage)! I know she cooked for a family of 5 for 30 years, but this is really getting old.
Don't say "cook dinner yourself," because I do my share of the cooking around here. I would have cooked tonight, but I ended up on a job for 10 hours, and the dreaded springs drowned in sauce for who knows how long was already sitting on the table (I don't like pasta with sauce already on it. I want to put it on all by myself).
I always appreciate having dinner when I get home, (and always tell DW "thanks for making dinner,) but the words would not come tonight. I feel like a heel for not being appreciative, but I'm at the point of putting pasta on my "Never Eat Again" list. DW fed me Hamburger Helper so often when we were first married, that I have forbidden HH from ever being allowed in mt house as long as I'm alive and paying for the food. Pasta and sauce is closer to this list than anyone realizes.
Am I being unreasonable? How do I tell her I can't take another meal of pasta and sauce?
Joseph the Bored