Even through this turmoil, I have continued to cook nightly meals. That stops starting tomorrow. I spent an hour making Irish potato cakes with garlic mushroom and onions. He commented on how good it smells. Right after I'm done cooking, he announces that his friend is taking him out to eat. When I mentioned the dinner I cooked, he says he'll eat it later. No he won't. I'm throwing it in the trash. I'll only cook for me and my son from now on.