When I was 16 I got kicked out and sent to live with my Dad. He did not really feed me. Every now and again he'd go to the grocery store and get yogurt, ramen, and a marked down piece of meat. So I wasn't allowed to use the electric stove. The electricity cost too much apparently. He had a wood burning stove. I had to start a fire everyday after school to warm up the house and to maybe cook my ramen on. If he bought an almost expired piece of meat on the weekend, he'd put it in a big pot on the wood burning stove and pour half his beer over it. Eventually this lack of nutrition and disgusting food led me to get a fast food job. Now that he lives with me and I'm a pretty good cook he expects me to make him fine meals. Every single day. I almost feel like I shouldn't have ever indulged him in the fine meals I make for my family. Because if something doesn't turn out to his liking he'll have some sort of nasty comment to make. For example, I made skirt steak fajitas once and they weren't exactly melt in your mouth tender. (I was in a hurry, okay.) Anyway, I think I mentioned he wears dentures. Only the top ones though, he threw out the bottom ones years ago. So he probably can't chew properly. His comment to me was "Well that's about the toughest steak I've ever had". I was flabbergasted! Thinking what the actual hell?!? He didn't have to buy it, he didn't cook it and serve it, he didn't even feed me when I was a kid and here he is complaining about free food made for him that he can't chew and that's his own damn fault! The rest of the family had no problem with the fajitas. We enjoyed them. I seriously don't know if I can deal with this boomer dad of mine living with me for much longer. I hope my sister takes custody of him soon.