A quick backstory leading into this:

Over the weekend, my wife tells me that she needs me to reschedule my streaming on both Monday and Wednesday because she has a "team meeting" on both days from 8-11. (Stream time is 7-10) I figured okay, whatever, she wants me to occupy my stepson while she's not here. On Sunday, she says it again and says she has a meeting with her "team" to finish work. At this point, I'm assuming she's talking about.....work, like her job. She later makes spaghetti for dinner, nothing else is talked about related to this team meeting or work. We spend 3 and halfish hours watching a movie or two, in the living next to each other and then go to bed.

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Yesterday: I do my usual thing, go to work, come home (6pmish), find something to feed the boy with...original thought "Bruh corndogs!" Open the freezer and stop. Why not just eat the left overs instead? So I take them out and he and I eat the leftover meal. Fast forward to 7:30p (40 minutes later than my wife would normally be home) And I shoot her a text asking if she wasn't gonna be home until after the meeting. She responds that she's at a pharmacy and the work she thought she had to do on Monday, was completed Sunday and she forgot to tell me about it. Turns out this work meeting, is school related and she would've been home anyway.

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Fast forward to after she gets home (7:50ish), in which she sits in the living room playing mobile games or watching tv. I'm in "my room" working on stuff. Around 11p, I'm about to shower and head to bed, she calls me into the living room and says. 

"Next time, if I cook anything, how about you leave it for me to eat? I've been sitting here for four hours hungry and now I'm grumpy."   

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My response: ".....you could have texted ahead that you wanted me to save that for you"

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Enter a 3 hour argument, where we're both complete assholes to each other ending with me waking up to a 5.pg text. (She does that when she says she's done arguing but still wants to say a bunch of stuff without me being able to respond)

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Before going to sleep, on the topic of the leftovers I essentially summed it up to her that: She could have texted me. I could've texted her. We both failed. But this isn't an acceptable answer and I'm a "selfish unappreciative asshole" and have apparently lost all eating privileges in the house; which in a very asshole (childish) fashion, I will accept and follow through on.