I had my surgery on 7/10/08. The other night, after working from 8-5:30pm, I got home and my husband said "What's for dinner?" I said "I don't know, you'll have to fix somthing." Well after he asked me what was for dinner, and to make him somthing about three times, I finally went off on him too. We got in a big fight about it. Well he did fix himself a steak, burned the outside, still almost raw on the inside, filled the house with smoke and made the smoke detectors go off. Up until that point he had been very supportive but I guess he just had a weak moment. I told him not to even ask me to cook, I'm not going to unless I feel like it. If he asks me again, I am going to politely say no and walk away.