/ck/ - Food & Cooking

>Working for catering company in UK
>Get driven out to this country church in the village from hot fuzz
>buffet table and seating area in this big tent
>kitchen crammed into the side
>no running water
>no anything
>old man shows up early with his retarded son in his 30s
>wearing tweed suit and gold rimmed spectacles
>i go to man the buffet
>we're supposed to help the customers identify the food, allergies etc, help them when needed
>guy makes me do it all while he stands back from the table
>go to hand him the plates
>he walks away
>i take them to his table
>hand them to him
>5mins later he calls me over as i'm setting the other tables
>asks for mustard
>i go check kitchen
>ask chef
>no mustard
>go back to tell him
>what? no mustard? well, do you have anything else
>tell him we have mayo but i'll have to take his plate as we don't have any bowls to put it in
>he scoffs and says fine
>this whole time he looks pissed off as fuck for no reason
>laugh about the professor plum looking fuck in the kitchen with coworkers

I'm a married guy. I'm just a kid, 22, but had to marry because I knocked her up.
She was my first girlfriend. I had a tremendous crush on her since 2013, and it continued, until I finally drunkenly met her two years later and things went good from there. She was never really good with me. I knew she liked me, somehow, at least I didn't disgust her. One year together, and I had to go to another city to study. I don't want to make this too long, so I'll just tell you that she was being TOO friendly with other guy (who, being honest, was way more attractive than me). Everybody was sincerely telling me that she was probably cucking me emotionally with him (they never saw them kissing nor anything). But the way they texted, God damn, she never told me she liked my eyes, nor anything about me actually, unlike that guy. GOD FUCKING DAMN, even before going out of town, she had some friends who talked to her like a slut, and she called other guy sexy (and he was). Other guy told her to get a dildo to ride all night long. And she slightly flirted with some guy over Facebook.
And I forgave her. I was autistically in love with her.
Around one year later, more or less, we started having the very same problem with another guy. They would tell me she was always with him, he would walk her home, and talk every day. I confronted her, and she told me It wasn't a problem. That she was confused. I told her she had to cut contact with that guy if she really wanted to be with me. She told me she was going to. Some day, she posted a Facebook status on his wall, about a huge abyss who had to separate them. My family saw it. I guess I was that abyss.
We had problems everyday until, someday, a week before my birthday, she cut contact with me. She sent me a picture of a ridiculously little scratch on her arm and told me "look at what you made me do". It seriously made me chuckle.

Sorry for the blog post. I'll keep typing just because I have to say it.