My husband is always complaining that I don't cook. My children are grown and I spend a lot of time after work at the gym because I prefer not to be around him in the evenings. Sunday night I came home after a hard workout and made a big pot of soup. To make a long story short, he walked in, looked at the soup and told me he was going to my mother's for leftovers. I actually had the expectation that he would be pleased that I took the time to make homemade soup, and that he would actually want to eat it! I was stunned. I explained that I made the soup for him because he said that I never cook. His reply was that I made it for myself and that he might eat some later if I didn't put it all in the freezer. He knew I was furious but he calmly walked out to his truck and left. The last time I let me anger show, he started throwing things, so I had to take a Xanax to calm down. I really don't like the man anymore. I don't want to be around him. And after this, I won't make any efforts to do anything special for him. At this point, I just try to avoid him. He is negative and mean and I'm emotionally finished with him. I actually love my cats more. I hope he never really needs anything from me because I'm not sure I could be there for him.