I bent over backwards for him, crafting meals with no nuts, no gluten—every damn thing just as he demanded.
I even splurged on new cookware, just to make sure not a trace of his so-called allergies could sneak in.
Then, at my friend’s birthday bash, I catch him in a restaurant, cozy with some chick.
He’s shoveling peanut-laden pasta into his face and washing it down with a cold beer, not a care in the world.
Meanwhile, back at my place, there’s a sad gluten-free pizza sitting in the fridge, waiting for his sorry ass.
#betrayal #liar #fooddrama #wtf