My boyfriend would regularly and gleefully make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for random homeless drug addicts but wouldn’t make me breakfast–or lunch or dinner for that matter–without a huge fight.

—Amy

Aftermath: Oddly, he would get angry with me if I made myself food and didn’t share it with him. We lasted a tortuous two years.

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