Betrayed

Have been betrayed by a dear food love. Pizza. Ordered a mushroom flatbread pizza at hotel bar last night and started feeling icky not long after. Was in a terrible crying mood by the time we got home, not due to questionable pizza, but other things that I like to bottle up. Husband properly consoled me. Assured him it was really nothing more than beer tears and bad pizza. Stomach woke me up early to remind me it was still not happy. Thought about calling out but made it to work with a little help from my pink friend, Pepto-Bismol. Feel nauseous every time I think about questionable pizza. Hope to reconcile with different pizza in the future but right now it's just too soon.