Yeah, I think your caregiver was overreacting a little. Death by spoiled chicken has to be the least effective way to do yourself in! 😵Good points!
Early on in my relationship with my caregiver I had a very bad moment. I fell apart missing my children so much. I cried for hours and it made me sick. She got down on the bathroom floor and just held me. I told her that can't breathe without my babies, every single day was painful and I couldn't handle much more. I point that out because I want to make it clear that I NEVER said I was suicidal.
Fast forward about two months. We were in the kitchen and I opened a chicken package to cut it up. She asked me how long it had been in the sink. I told her that I took it out that morning about 5A. I was curious so I asked her why she asked me that and said "You said you don't want to be without your children and I wanted to make sure it didn't go bad." I paused for a second trying to make that make sense in my head and finally said "One, I'm not suicidal. Two, if I was suicidal, I wouldn't make it a slow death with bad chicken." She never questioned me like that again. I love her to death but she is a COMPLETE whackadoodle about stuff NOT being in the fridge.
My ex was a nutso about freezer stuff. He said that I was going to kill our children by cooking food from the freezer. Um, dude, I managed to keep you and myself alive for the thirteen years BEFORE we had kids and, guess what, they were still alive! Every now and again, he would flip out and come to the house and throw away everything in my freezer "to protect the kids". ROTF.
My apartment is small but it's perfect for me and I get to keep whatever I want in my fridge, freezer and on the counters!
VICTORY IS MINE!!!!!!
I don't even get your ex. The freezer is there for a reason, and it's perfectly safe to cook from it. I'll admit I'm a little overly-cautious at times, but I think he was the whackadoodle for thinking that.