I told H I was going to fix myself something to eat. He comes in the kitchen & farts. I'm gagging & lose appetite cuz it's so nasty. I go watch tv. He decides to put my food on a plate with his nasty/dirty bare hands & put in the microwave for 3mins. I tell him turn it off I don't want it anymore. He doesn't listen. 3 hours later, I'd like to eat it but reheating would dry it out & feel like tasting crumbs. 10pm he's out getting me food (we have pretty much nothing left til payday) instead of sleeping. When I say I don't want something, it means I don't want it! Now food is ruined.