It's true, I had an extremely delicious life, but that was my life at home, and perhaps because I was only a child, or for whatever reasons, I found the company of others, especially other boys, quite terrifying and upsetting.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Growing up, I cooked in the house, and when I cooked, everyone would sit down and eat, and it was just kind of the way I connected with my family.
I grew up with three brothers, so nearly everything I had was destroyed or made fun of.
I had a great childhood, a very close-knit family. We were all overweight, and we had good times eating together, I imagine.
I was a homebody growing up.
In those days, even as a boy, I watched some people that I knew were living way beyond their means.
As a child, I was spoilt by my parents as an only son. They indulged my every whim, and I grew up in luxury.
My father had a very violent temper, and he was never home. So I was kind of a mama's boy.
Everybody in my family cooks, so growing up and being around it... if I was going to spend time with everybody, it was helping them in the kitchen.
When I was growing up, the men in my life were abusive; women were the ones I ran to for comfort.
I visited those friends who'd just had a baby, and she was washing dishes and he was cleaning the house, and I burst with happiness. And in their minds, they were in this terrible domestic rut.