doNUT eat my donuts

y’all, i have another food tragedy story for you.

yesterday i saw a post on here of a cute eyeshadow palette that looked like a chocolate donut with rainbow sprinkles.... ANYONE that knows me, knows that these are my ABSOLUTE favorite kinds of donuts.

so i’m like “damn now i REALLY want a donut” my husband ended up working late that night and so was still in bed when i woke up that morning and i decided i’d get him some too, so like a half a dozen? turns out it was just more financially responsible to get a whole dozen lol

but since my dog loves car rides and has horrible separation anxiety, i guess when i left she went and threw a fit so he woke up and i told him where i was going... “do you want any? (knowing i was going to get him some anyways because he ALWAYS says no and then eats mine no matter what it is)

and he’s all grumpy “no id like to come home to dinner every night and i want real food” so i’m like damn okay “make some?” like if this is something you expected out of me you should’ve said something before we got married cause there are some days i’m not going to feel like cooking, my mom doesn’t make dinner every night, neither does his mom... he’s got 10 toes and 10 fingers, he’s fully capable of doing it himself,..

so i drive 30 minutes to go to krispy kreme to get me and his grumpy ass some fucking donuts right?

y’all.. there’s not one chocolate covered sprinkled mf donut in that box. i’m so pissed.

“i’ll go get more, stop crying it’s just a donut” doesn’t FUCKING CUT IT.

i’m about to throw hands with this man, what the actual fuck.

it’s not JUST a donut, they were MY donuts 😭😭 i got you your own too. why are men like this? why did i marry this man? can i return him? can i exchange him for 6 chocolate covered, rainbow sprinkled donuts?

i hate my life rn. i’m fucking donutless, and he’s about to be dickless if he keeps this grimy shit up. best believe.

guess i should’ve ^ on the way home before he even got a chance

but this is my life you guys. pray for me. smh