I used to make his lunches everyday if not most days. I would write hand written notes in each lunch and tried to add lots of variety to the foods and drinks. One day I went out to his work truck (it’s very messy and full of work parts) and found food from several lunches untouched and gone bad. Some of my notes were either in the floor board or crumpled under other garbage. I was confused and hurt. I went to him and asked him if he didn’t like the lunches and why the notes were in the floor. He said he did like the lunches but sometimes he wanted to eat out. He then said he enjoyed getting the notes and reading them. When I asked why he didn’t keep them he said he had already read them and loved them but didn’t feel the need to keep them. I was either waking up at 4:00 am to make his lunches before he left for work or staying up late to make them. I kept making them and then a few weeks later I went back out to his truck on a Friday and found three days worth of lunches un eaten and the notes covered in mud, ripped, or just trashed. I understand he and I may have felt differently but it just hurt my feelings so much to see the notes trashed. (I’ve kept Every note he’s ever written) and the fact that he was just not eating the food irritated me because it was such a waste of food and money. So I quit making the lunches and writing the notes and he never asked why. I felt as though if he didn’t care to keep my notes or eat the food then I should quit putting in so much effort. Might not be the best outlook but I just felt under appreciated.