Don't know why I bother

I've made breakfast the last 2 days. Yesterday I made egg, turkey, and tomato burritos, yogurt, and sliced apple. My son stole my yogurt and my boyfriend ate all but 1 half of a slice of apple and said he was full. Today I made blueberry pancakes, eggs, gave my son and boyfriend grapes, and again, yogurt. My son ate the yogurt and 1 grape. My boyfriend ate the eggs and the grapes and said the pancakes "aren't very nice" and didn't touch the yogurt.

So yesterday went well for breakfast. Today not so much.

I came home on my lunch break yesterday and made tuna sandwiches and I don't know if he even ate all of the one I gave him but I do know shortly thereafter he went out and bought burger king food.

I don't know why I bothered making breakfast after lunch yesterday and I don't know what the point is. I'm just frustrated. Screw it. No more coming home for lunch break. No more making breakfast. No more.

Fuck food...