Look, I can
kinda understand if you can't or struggle to cook.
To some folks, a stove is kryptonite.
it is what it is.
But the lack of desire to cook for your man?
To see the look on his face go from "

you made this for me, babe?" To "


My GOD, this woman can cook!" As a job well done?
To disregard the age old advice of "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach?"
Your man comes home from work and asks you what's for dinner and you go "

nikka, you got hands... make some shyt..."
And it's 8 at night... so he goes "I guess I gotta hit up that Jack in the Box Late Night munchie meal... AGAIN.

"
And worse, you expect your man to bring home a check, fix shyt around the house, fix a flat, change your oil, and fukk you til you pass out because "he's the man..." but you refuse to cook.
You seriously can't try?
Good luck finding the man of your dreams to provide for you and your kids while you whip up TV dinners or have Pizza Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays.
Selfish ass bytch.
Enjoy the single life dressing up your cats in your 40s.