When I didn't work, I did the cooking. As I worked more and more evenings, the boys ate at my mom's as my late ex spent more and more time at various bars after work before picking up our children and then me. I usually cooked on Thanksgiving and whenever we had company, because my first husband spent a lot of time at the bars. When he did cook, he left the kitchen filthy expecting me to clean up. However, when we were camping, he did all the cooking. As time went on, our friends slowly started to erroneously assume that Charlie did all the cooking at home - if only.
The scenario went something like this - I was scheduled to work in the evening when we had planned to entertain friends and Charlie had previously told everyone that he would be cooking. He left to run an errand in the morning and hours passed and no Charlie. In the afternoon, before I left for work, I not only cleaned the house, but I busted my butt cooking for the evening. All Charlie had to do were some finishing touches and plating. I came home from work to hear how great 'Charlie's' food was. When I said that I had, in fact, cooked it before I went to work, no one believed me (they all thought I was joking as Charlie had graciously accepted their compliments without telling them the truth). This angered me to the point that I pretty much quit cooking.