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#off-topic

shwee

15 hours ago

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Misc

Sick of family

I’m sick of my family.
Cooking is my love language I love feeding people. It’s how I express my care, my affection, my soul.

Yesterday, I made carrot porridge one of my finest dishes. I’ve perfected it. It’s finger-licking good. But yesterday, I was tired. Still, I wanted to make it. I wanted to give that part of me. But it burned a little at the bottom. Not to much !!

The moment my mom,dad and brother saw it, they exploded.
They started shouting:
“Why were you even born?”
“Why are you in the kitchen?”
“You think you’re some MasterChef? You’re not!”
“You should be banned from the kitchen!”
“You’re a disgrace, an embarrassment!”

And those were the calmest things they said. The rest? I can’t even write here.

I’ve been cooking since I was 11. Not because I wanted to because no one was there. I came home from school, hungry, and had to feed myself. It wasn’t a hobby at first it was survival. But over time, I fell in love with it. Cooking became mine. My joy. My comfort. My expression

I’ve cooked hundreds of meals. They’ve eaten every one. Licked plates clean.
But never seriously not once they acknowledged it. No appreciation. No recognition. But I was still okay with like at least they are eating it !!

Just a week ago, I made brownies. They loved them. They didn’t say it but just disappearance of those 9 pieces into thin air explained me that much that they loved it !!!
And now?
One mistake — one burnt bottom — and suddenly I’m worthless?
I said I can fix it. I said I could still make it right.
But no. They kicked me out of the kitchen.
Told me never to step in again.
Cursed me. Screamed at me.

And not once — not once — did they care that just a day before, boiling oil had splashed on my face and burned me.
They didn’t worry about me.
They worried about the milk.
The dry fruits.
The butter.
The “wasted” ingredients.

I felt heartbroken!!
Seriously someone calling you miserable at what you have been doing for 8 years now !! Is just heartbreaking!!

Never cooking in their home Again !!!!

I don’t know if I should share this out here on this community or if this place is appropriate for this but I know one thing and that is this is the only place on which I am super comfortable with !!
I never posted anything on any social media ever but here I did and not just one but many !!
If moderator thinks that this is not a kind of place for this !!
You can remove this !!

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