My husband commented tonight that I really don't like meat. He seemed surprised, like he never realized this before. We've been married ten years. I rarely eat what he makes for dinner because it's usually a slab of dead animal. I've told him numerous times that i don't like meat. On his birthday, I'll make him steak or ribs and I'll have a bowl of pasta. I only eat fish, eggs, and cheese. I don't like meat. It only took a fucking decade for him to acknowledge it.