As far as I know, that's how it happened and those were the reasons. She felt that the continuing trouble I had with a variety of strong-tasting foods showed a general lack of dedication and a general childishness. She expected me to be able to eat whatever she cooked, and if I didn't like it she didn't want to hear about it. I tried, but I wasn't able to do it. The last argument came when I forced myself without complaint to eat something she had made (it lasted for three meals), and then she wanted to make it again the following week and I told her that I had trouble with it. The next day she left me. If there were other reasons, she didn't talk about them.

I don't want people to affect some sort of anger toward her for my sake, though, even though I'm sure she'll never read this. Despite what happened, I loved her dearly, and outside of her demanding and controlling nature when it came to food she was everything I ever wanted. If she needed someone who can eat anything, then that's a choice she can make (and did make). I don't like that she made it, and I don't like how alone it left me feeling, but she had every right to make it.