My husband does not communicate with me now. Yesterday we sat down and ate dinner. The son of the poltarella of the tufflers did not do, I do not want, he says. I give my husband a plate and I ask him to eat, yes. And he says, I have eaten, I can’t do it anymore. I then move the plate back to my son and apathematically say: there are no pigs, eat it yourself))))))).