But it wasn't until I got half way home, and the pain of hunger hit me, that I realised my husband has destroyed parts of me that I don't think will ever recover. He's a gym junkie. He eats healthy, always snacking on apples, bananas and other cringe-worthy food after dinner when all I want to do is revolt and smash chips and chocolate into my mouth just to spite his superior restraint.
Anyway...back to the driving. I thought maybe McDonald's is the the answer to my starvation. But then my mind automatically hit the ABORT button preferring to starve in favor of nibbling on salted fries and slurping down an icy cold Coke.
It was in that pivotal moment that I realised my husband has brainwashed me. He's created this healthy monster who no longer enjoys sweets and instead prefers to drive right on by fast food outlets while my stomach is growling like the hounds of hell.
I became mad and frantically clutched the steering wheel while thinking, "F*ck him for destroying what was once a beautiful relationship."
Because I've never been a quitter, I drove to those golden arches and placed my order...for a damned grilled chicken burger. FFS!! Who goes to McDonald's for the healthy options? And then I proceeded to gag over every mouthful and couldn't even stomach all the fries. Half of it is still in the paper bag taunting me as I type.
No, this isn't a love story. It's the tale of a relationship in tatters, never to be salvaged. My husband has taken away that euphoric moment where a mere taste of chocolate could inspire a deep, throaty groan. He's stolen my food cravings and replaced them with the desire to by more fruit and vegetables.
He's destroyed the woman I once was and I resent the fact that I now have to hide the McDonald's packaging in the outside bin just so I don't have to admit how awful it was to eat crappy food today.
Next time I'll starve.