I blame my nerves entirely. I tried but I could not go through with it. Atticus left for work as usual and I was ready to prepare the lunch I had in mind but Danielle’s comment about my plan being too domesticated and how women of our class didn’t too it had me retrieving my plan.
I don’t blame Danielle at all because she had encouraged me to do it but I had been too scared to do it. As much as I wanted to do it, I didn’t want it to reflect badly on me or my husband. It didn’t have to be bad in a bad way but I would not have those snubby women call me average class for cooking for my husband.
It was also my fault because I had gone looking at a website about what upper class families thought about cooking lunch for your husband and several comments said it was an average family thing to do which was pretty stupid if you ask me.