Throwaway account, because I feel a bit at a loss, and I don't have a real account anyway... I hope that my bf is not a Redditor.Generally, I don't particularly appreciate eating. If I had a choice, I would be not eating all my life, and stay away from food. I wouldn't say I like eating takeaways because I find them too salty and unhealthy, and expensive (I am a grad student and don't have much spare money).I am used to living alone, and I always cook for myself. I would typically cook once 1.5-2 weeks and would do simple food (chicken, beans & lentils, rice, raw vegetables, fruits, eggs, baked yams) for my lunches to take to school. I would skip dinners sometimes because I am lazy to eat/cook.That being said, I can cook delicious healthy meals. For example, stake & salad, baked salmon, speciality side dishes like butter rice of my own recipe, creamy, rich, healthy soups. Basically, meals that take quite a bit of time to be made. Having fantastic kitchenware makes everything very easy too. My friends and family enjoy eating the food I cook. I think I am pretty good at following the instructions (recipes on the internet) and adjusting them to be tasty and healthy.I cook special meals for my friends and family once 2-4 months, and I used to be happy about it. Then I would generally go back to my life of eating self-made plain food.But here's a situation: I feel in love with an amazing guy, and we've been dating for a couple of months. He's been spending weekends at my place, and I have been cooking for us the best meals I could. It was all fine until yesterday's Sunday when I realized that I hate cooking (oops) and I started feeling so angry about me spending time in the kitchen. I feel desperate about my possible future of being a father of a family. I'm not too fond of cooking: I like spending time outside, do science, watching movies, but I find the kitchen-time highly frustrating and inefficient. As the food was done, I felt deeply frustrated, but I didn't say anything to my s.o., tried letting the emotion go, and enjoy the dinner with him.However, then he said: "I got so lucky meeting you, you are so amazing, *tons of other compliments*, and you cook such tasty meals, I just love them!". Hearing that I got so scared that I created an image of a cooking-lover, and teared up. When he asked, what's the matter, I told him that I felt so frustrated cooking for us alone, and I don't know why. He said that I should've told him to help cooking, and it is not a problem. Even more, he prepared breakfast for us today in the morning. I didn't have to do anything at all.Nevertheless, I feel somewhat shallow and guilty about the situation. I am a bit scared of my possible future family life which I think I want. I was fine by myself eating very plain food and barely cooking. I feel uncomfortable cooking just once a week for my family, or for my bf if we live together (I think I need to do it more often and tastier). And, btw, even though he is skinny, he eats TONS! I have never seen anyone eating for one hour straight! And so much food! (I don't judge that, it is fine, but I am scared of how much cooking I will have to do if we live together)I am not sure how to communicate my situation clearly to him too. I like cooking tasty food just once every 2 months, but no more! Have anyone been to a similar situation? Any advice? How not to be guilty of maybe letting him know that he'll have to cook for himself (or even for us, if he wants to have dinners together, oops).TL;DR: Got a boyfriend, fell in love so passionately, started cooking for him often. Turned out, he loves my cooking, and he eats tons. When a passionate hurricane of love chemistry settled, SUDDENLY I remembered that I dislike cooking. By myself, I would normally cook only once a 1-2 weeks a very plain food. He seemed fine of knowing that and told he would help cooking. Nevertheless, I need a bit of advice on communicating my position. Thanks. via /r/relationships https://ift.tt/37lYU8E
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