Cooking

When I was growing up, my dad expected me to cook for us. So I've got sort of mixed feelings about cooking. When I went to live with Mike's family, when they became my family, I started cooking for them. It wasn't expected of me, I wanted to do it. It made me feel, like I was doing something to pay them back, I guess, but it wasn't only that. Cooking ... it's the whole taking-care-of-someone thing, I guess. Like I say, it's something I'm pretty mixed up about.

Anyway, I stopped doing it when I started pre-Vet -- Mom said I had enough on my plate, and I think she wanted me to ... not feel so tied to home. I don't mean she was trying to kick me out! Just ... she thought I should be more like everyone else.

That's a stupid thing to say. We're hardly all the same.

Anyway, I stopped. And last night I started again. And I enjoyed it. I like cooking for people I love, even if there is all that other stuff associated with it.