Food Is My Love Language
In my early 20s I was away skiing with my family in February, and we happened to dine together on Valentines Day. As we were sitting down the waiter referred to me as the nanny (one of my brothers is 20 years younger than me) and his colleague quickly followed up by asking my stepmother if ‘Grandma’ would be staying for dinner, inadvertently insulting u…
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