No Chef

In my family it´s always the men doing the cooking. I have no interest in it, and worse: I´m really afraid of burning myself. I nearly fainted twice just seeing it on TV (first aid-movie) or being there (Ingo).

Anyhows! I made potatoes and Brussels sprouts today cause Ingo refused.
I´d even tried to make him meat, but the stove didn´t work (neither when he tried!).

He asked me to post that I´ve failed.

The potatoes were real good, just right! The right amount of salt, the time... "perfect". The Brussels sprouts could´ve cooked a tad longer, but were definitively ok.
For someone who never practices... it was good!
He told me more than twice that I had failed.

I feel so sad. Hurt. Why does he do this?
maybe this is not the place... but hardly someone is here, so... and those who do, I call my online-friends, so it´s ok.

This weekend started so well.
Then we got in a fight due to TV being too loud for me. He went away, I let him be angry and get calm, but I was too early. Now he´s angry again.
I have no power left, either.

Just today FB suggested a "friend"... a friend I cared a lot about, I e-mailed to and offered other options to keep contact (her sight vanishes). She never answered. Why that suggestion today? (I respectfully ignored it).
Sometimes I feel like I have no power left and see only the bad sides of life (Mum dying, Job turning into non-fun, family being difficult, Ingo... does he love me anymore? He has a hard time, too... but shouldn´we be there for each other even more? He´s against me as if I was... oh. Forget about it.

I´m no chef in the kitchen, nor in Life.
Let´s face it, Ingo is right. I´m a looser (insert self-pity here).

* I don´t like sauces. At subway they even know me cause I´m (obviously?) the only one who says: No sauce. I never liked that squichy stuff.