Nickee, my mother had an upstairs neighbor whose husband felt that if it was good enough for his mother, then it should be good enough for his wife. Of course his mother was an immigrant that crowded seven kids into a slum apartment and cooked with one hot plate. And that is how Hazel for years fed her family. Finally she smartened up. One pan, one burner and one ingredient. Today, a veggie, tomorrow a piece of meat. After about two weeks of this, he got the message and bought her a second hand stove. And it HAD GAS! She was in heaven. Of course the electric bill went down, but now he had a gas bill to pay each month. And he never let her forget it until the day she filed for divorce.
No, I am not suggesting that you go to that extreme. But I thought you might enjoy the story. Her oldest child had already moved out and the youngest was old enough to understand why she was leaving. Even though they loved their father, they all agreed he was a jerk of the biggest kind. He stayed in their six room apartment alone and she and her remaining children moved into a four room apartment. They were all so happy. Except for him. He never did understand why she left him. As he was wont to tell anyone who would listen.
Eventually she found someone else, remarried and he treated her and the remaining kids like they were royalty. Even paid for two of them to go through college.
I cannot abide any advice that is dangerous.
