The time my ex explained he “isn’t a chemist”

So, imagine me, a young and dumb 18 year old, who for SOME reason decided being in a relationship with a 26 year old was a good idea.

I needed to go on a two week trip out of state to help my sister with her kiddos while she was dealing with some medical issues. My ex is a grown man, so I naturally assume he would be able to take care of himself. I could never have been more wrong…

He calls me to tell me that he’s hungry, so, being the caring person I am, I recommend a super easy dinner he could make, with minimal space to fuck it up. Instant mashed potatoes, canned green beans, and the pre-cooked chicken breasts that you can literally microwave. He asks me how to make the mashed potatoes.

Now maybe I fucked up just a little bit because I told him that the instructions are on the box, all he had to do was boil the right amount of water and mix in with the right amount of instant potatoes. Simple enough right? Wrong. Here just about how that convo went down.

Me: Just boil water then add the potato mix, simple

Him: What do you think I am, some kind of chemist?!

Me: ….its just…. boiling water on the stove….

Him: Whatever I’m not doing that it’s way too fucking hard

So of course I stayed with him for another two years until I grew the fuck up and realized that incompetence in men is normal but I don’t have to put up with it.

(Edit: typo)

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