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TIFU by grinning and bearing it

So I've (30M) have been married to my husband (30M) for almost three years now. I can't imagine my life without him, he's amazing and I love him with all my heart and soul. Right now we have a financial arrangement where he stays home most of the time and takes care of the house and I work full time. It works really well for us - I make enough money for us to do fine and he really loves taking care of the house and getting to be a house husband.

This means he also does most of the cooking. He's usually a very good cook, but a few weeks back he decided to make pizza as a quick lazy meal. He got distracted, and it got burnt. Not burnt to a crisp or inedible, but definitely dark. He was very upset, because he sometimes feels like he isn't pulling his weight if he's not doing perfectly at taking care of the house/cooking, and tbh I was really hungry and have a strong stomach. So I told him it was fine and ate the pizza. It wasn't even that bad, just, you know, darker and crispier than normal, and I wanted to make him feel better. I told him I liked it - which was only a little bit of a lie, pizza is pizza - and we moved on.

Well, he's made pizza a couple times since then and it's been dark every time. Not like the first time, but definitely darker than it's ever been before. Pizza is pizza and he's a good cook so I've just eaten it, but last night we had pizza again, and he off hand commented that "I know you like it darker."

So he's been mildly burning our pizza because he thinks I like it and I don't know if I'm gonna be able to tell him I don't or if I'm just gonna have to eat burnt pizza for the rest of my life.

TL;DR I told my husband I liked his burnt pizza so he wouldn't be sad and now he thinks I like burnt pizza.

Edit: wrote part time instead of full time, where on the planet would that even be possible lol

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