The final straw was one night we had gone out to dinner at the Cheesecake Factory. I had taken my slice to go and put it in the fridge. I was gonna have it after work the next day. Next day at work is absolute s@#t and THE ONLY thing getting me through my shift is the slice of cheesecake I know is in my fridge.

I go home and pop the lid off the container and it doesn’t look right. There are motherf@#king fork marks all around the outside perimeter of my cheesecake, like she could just sneak some off all around and I wouldn’t notice. I was pissed. I went and handed it to her and told her she may as well eat the rest of it.