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In my parents’ house, nobody was waking up by 5am to start frying egg and boiling yam for anybody. Breakfast was, tea and bread, cereal or if you want stress, tell the cook to make it for you. So I carried this peaceful upbringing proudly into marriage. Big mistake 🙆🏾‍♀️. One morning after I got married, my husband casually woke me up by 6am to ask what he would have for breakfast before work.  It even sounded strange to me because what do you mean I should come and make breakfast? 😭 I said, tea is there. Apparently that was not the correct answer. Omo that was our first marital disagreement “breakfast”. When I called my mother to complain, thinking she would support me, this woman switched sides immediately. Very early the next morning, she woke my sisters up and announced, “Wake up and learn how to prepare breakfast for your husbands before your husbands return you people to sender.” According to gist later, my sisters said the way she was talking, you would think she personally used to prepare full buffet breakfast for us growing up. This same woman that raised us on “make your own breakfast” suddenly became Chef Hilda Baci because somebody got married.