I don’t pretend to enjoy cooking. In my previous relationships, I would pretend I was interested but just bad at it/ inexperienced. When I met my husband I was honest from day one, and I’m so glad. I am bad and inexperienced because I loathe it. I get no joy from any level. It’s maybe the chore I dread the most, and the need for it is constant and Neverending. It puts me in a bad mood to perform cooking at any level.