Ani la r\u00e2nd am g\u0103tit zilnic trei feluri pentru so\u021bul meu, iar el tot se pl\u00e2ngea:\u2014 La cantin\u0103 e mai gustos.<\/p>\n
Timp de cinci ani de c\u0103snicie am g\u0103tit \u00een fiecare zi. Trei feluri. Uneori mai mult. Uneori re\u021bete noi, pe care le descopeream noaptea, abia \u021bin\u00e2nd ochii deschi\u0219i dup\u0103 munc\u0103. Iar Daniel tot se pl\u00e2ngea:\u2014 La cantin\u0103 e mai gustos.<\/p>\n
De fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd spunea asta, ceva \u00een mine se str\u00e2ngea. Alegeam produsele cu dragoste, aveam grij\u0103 de fiecare ingredient, de fiecare detaliu. \u00cenv\u0103\u021bam tehnici noi, \u00eencercam s\u0103-l surprind, s\u0103-i fac pl\u0103cere, s\u0103 dovedesc c\u0103 grija mea pentru el este iubirea mea. Dar cu c\u00e2t m\u0103 str\u0103duiam mai mult, cu at\u00e2t p\u0103rea c\u0103 apreciaz\u0103 mai pu\u021bin.<\/p>\n
Am crescut \u00eentr-o cas\u0103 unde tat\u0103l era cel mai important, iar mama \u00eel slujea mereu. De mic\u0103 mi s-a spus: un b\u0103rbat \u00eel cucere\u0219ti prin stomac. Iubirea se m\u0103soar\u0103 \u00een num\u0103rul de feluri g\u0103tite, \u00een gustul supei, \u00een perfec\u021biunea \u0219ni\u021belelor. \u0218i am crezut asta.<\/p>\n
Weekendurile se transformau \u00eentr-o adev\u0103rat\u0103 buc\u0103t\u0103rie de restaurant: sup\u0103, fel principal, salate, desert. Voiam s\u0103 simt\u0103 c\u0103ldura casei, confortul, grija. Dar pentru el a devenit ceva firesc. A \u00eenceput s\u0103 critice, repet\u00e2nd cuvinte care s-au \u00eentip\u0103rit \u00een mine:\u2014 Bor\u0219ul e acru.\u2014 Am ad\u0103ugat pu\u021bin\u0103 l\u0103m\u00e2ie, \u0219tiu c\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi place.\u2014 Nu experimenta. La cantin\u0103 e mai gustos.<\/p>\n
\u00ce\u0219i amintea mereu de o cantin\u0103, de o buc\u0103t\u0103reas\u0103 care \u201eg\u0103te\u0219te mai bine \u0219i mai ieftin\u201d. Fiecare efort al meu se dizolva \u00een acea compara\u021bie. La \u00eenceput m\u0103 sup\u0103ram, apoi m\u0103 str\u0103duiam \u0219i mai mult, iar apoi\u2026 oboseala a devenit insuportabil\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o zi am r\u0103mas mai mult la serviciu, m-am \u00eentors acas\u0103 t\u00e2rziu, at\u00e2t de obosit\u0103 \u00eenc\u00e2t \u00eemi tremurau oasele, iar frigiderul era gol. \u0218i totu\u0219i am mers la magazin, am cump\u0103rat produse \u0219i am \u00eenceput s\u0103 g\u0103tesc. Dup\u0103 o or\u0103, pe mas\u0103 era carne fierbinte cu legume.<\/p>\n
Daniel a gustat \u0219i a oftat:\u2014 Prea mult\u0103 ro\u0219ie. Nu e bun.<\/p>\n
M-am uitat la el, la muntele de vase, la m\u00e2inile mele goale \u0219i am \u00een\u021beles: ajunge. \u00cen t\u0103cere i-am aruncat por\u021bia la gunoi.\u2014 Dac\u0103 la cantin\u0103 e mai gustos, m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 acolo \u2014 am spus calm.<\/p>\n
A crezut c\u0103 sunt sup\u0103rat\u0103 \u0219i c\u0103 m\u00e2ine voi uita totul. Dar nu era sup\u0103rare. Era epuizare, con\u0219tientizarea faptului c\u0103 via\u021ba mea nu poate fi m\u0103surat\u0103 prin nemul\u021bumirile lui. Aveam un plan \u2014 un plan de a-mi rec\u00e2\u0219tiga spa\u021biul \u0219i sentimentul propriului \u201eeu\u201d.<\/p>\n
Din acea zi am \u00eencetat s\u0103 mai g\u0103tesc pentru el. G\u0103team doar pentru mine \u2014 m\u00e2ncare simpl\u0103, necesar\u0103. A ap\u0103rut timp. Am \u00eenceput s\u0103 citesc, s\u0103 m\u0103 uit la filme, s\u0103 fac lucruri pe care le am\u00e2nasem ani \u00eentregi. Lumea mea interioar\u0103 s-a l\u0103rgit, am putut din nou s\u0103 respir.<\/p>\n
La \u00eenceput m\u00e2nca demonstrativ fast-food \u0219i pizza. Apoi a \u00eenceput s\u0103 se pl\u00e2ng\u0103 de stomac, de banii cheltui\u021bi pe m\u00e2ncare. R\u0103spundeam calm:\u2014 La cantin\u0103 e mai bine.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni a \u00eenceput s\u0103 g\u0103teasc\u0103 singur. Col\u021buna\u0219ii se lipeau, omleta se prindea de tigaie. Nu interveneam. Trebuia s\u0103 treac\u0103 singur prin asta. \u0218i, cum s-a dovedit, prin gre\u0219eli vine \u00een\u021belegerea.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o zi s-a a\u0219ezat la mas\u0103, m-a privit \u0219i a spus:\u2014 M-am s\u0103turat de fast-food. \u00cen\u021beleg c\u00e2t efort depui \u0219i c\u00e2t de pu\u021bin am apreciat. Iart\u0103-m\u0103. \u00cemi lipse\u0219te grija ta.<\/p>\n
L-am iertat. Dar nu m-am \u00eentors la vechiul ritm. Nu mai g\u0103tesc zilnic, nu mai m\u0103sor iubirea \u00een \u0219ni\u021bele. Acum \u0219tiu: dac\u0103 o femeie st\u0103 mereu \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie, se pierde pe sine, libertatea ei, via\u021ba ei. Iubirea \u00eenseamn\u0103 aten\u021bie, respect, implicare comun\u0103. Iar dac\u0103 el vrea m\u00e2ncare de cas\u0103, poate ajuta sau poate g\u0103ti singur.<\/p>\n
Recent am f\u0103cut lasagna. A m\u00e2ncat \u00een t\u0103cere, atent.\u2014 Foarte gustos \u2014 a spus.\u2014 Prea uscat? \u2014 am \u00eentrebat z\u00e2mbind.\u2014 Perfect \u2014 a r\u0103spuns.<\/p>\n
\u0218i am \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 iubirea nu se m\u0103soar\u0103 \u00een num\u0103rul de feluri g\u0103tite. Ea tr\u0103ie\u0219te \u00een echilibru, \u00een respect, \u00een efort comun. Iar c\u00e2nd o femeie \u00eenceteaz\u0103 s\u0103 se piard\u0103 pe sine, \u00eencepe cu adev\u0103rat s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Ani la r\u00e2nd am g\u0103tit zilnic trei feluri pentru so\u021bul meu, iar el tot se pl\u00e2ngea:\u2014 La cantin\u0103 e mai gustos. Timp de cinci ani de c\u0103snicie am g\u0103tit \u00een fiecare zi. Trei feluri. Uneori mai mult. Uneori re\u021bete noi, pe care le descopeream noaptea, abia \u021bin\u00e2nd ochii deschi\u0219i dup\u0103 munc\u0103. Iar Daniel tot se … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-934","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/934","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=934"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/934\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":935,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/934\/revisions\/935"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=934"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=934"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=934"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}