Does My Wife Trying To Serve Me This Salad With A Straight Face Means She Hates Me?

So the First Lady served me this last night.  She called it a salad.  No joke she made me eat it.  I tried to say no but when you’re married you just pick your battles so I just sat there like a chump eating this thing.   Now don’t get me wrong I’m no salad hater.  I like a good salad as much as the next guy.  Garden salads, ceaser salads, etc.  Pour a ton of Thousand Island dressing on it. Croutons for days. All good stuff.  But I don’t know what that thing is.  That ain’t no salad I ever seen before.  I don’t even know if that’s real lettuce.   It’s like cabbage or some shit.   Is this what happens with all people after 5 years of marriage?  Wife just stops giving a damn?   Like this salad is something I’d feed my worst enemy and laugh while they ate it.   This is my life.  This fucking salad.