WARNING: RANT!
how i handle it?
well, for one, she’s fat. I dont mean kinda. I mean rolls, fat. like, goddamnit, bro, seriously! He doesnt have spectacular motives for staying with her (helps with rent/bills and a piece of ass), but he’s my brother and I want better for him, even if that means being alone. His 3 sisters, who live in this state, have all offered for him to come live with us, so he wouldnt have to stay with her. I cross my fingers that its gonna happen soon. dont say im not an optimist.
so, she knows shes fat. last year, round this time, she started asking me about my voodoo (diet, supps, training), and asked me to write a diet and training program for her. She’d injured her knee (dont know, dont care how or when), and recently been cleared for PT (navy reserves). I put some serious time (considering i dont like her) into it, taking into account current lifestyle and financial (food shopping) ability. it was beautiful. cunt never lifted a finger. my brother does all the cooking, so there wasnt a lack of something good to eat, ever. she choose to buy and eat CRAP. and sit on her ass watching tv. no, my brother does not find this attractive behavior. yes, he has mentioned it. shes really, really fragile. he cant walk thru a room without getting stopped for a hug or a kiss, and she has no friends of her own.
we had two thanksgivings this year, one at my Nana’s assisted living place (very upscale place, very.) that had a full buffet and we had our own set of tables. Lunch was at 12, which was exactly when they called to say they were on the road, from an hour away. She’s in charge of waking my bro up, because he worked till 2 the night before, and she does… nothing. so by the time they’d showed up, we were finishing dessert, and had plenty of attention to pay to them.
this cunt sits down at the table with a buffet plate with 2 SMALL lumps of food on it. next to my brother, whos plate was stacked (we have similar appetites). So we allll noticed the ridiculously small portion she’d taken, and were smirking about it. i, at the other end of the table, had already been “tsk’ed” by my lil sister for being inappropriate, so i kept my comments to my mother and father. they like the gf as much as i do. my fav line was, “if you put only a small amount of food on your plate, no one will notice that you’re FAT!!” i said this quietly enough so that she wouldnt notice, but im sure she noticed my rents laughing, and that she knew it was about her. i made a few other comments, but nothing that couldnt be excused as friendly chiding. my fam sounds horribly rude to each other to an outsider, but its all said with love. to our own.
so back at my moms house, for round 2 later that night. she pulls the same shit with the small food. my mom had been asking her all day if she’d had enough to eat, asking if there was a problem, or something else she wanted. when she sat down with that plate again, mom made another comment. i’ll try to put this in dialogue, to keep it shorter (i know its long already). now, i’d had enough to drink that i knew i was approaching that line at which i no longer have a filter. because i knew i was approaching that line, i had been making an extra effort. i couldnt take it anymore. this is still with filter, btw.
mom-“is that really all you’re gonna eat?”
gf- “Yeah, I’m trying to watch what I-”
me- “are you fucking kidding me? (look of shock on gf face) Like EVERYTHING you’ve put in your face for the past year isnt painfully obvious to everyone else? you’re being rude, eating so little. this is a holiday to eat, relax, enjoy company, and be thankful for everything you have.”
gf- “I AM thankful, and i’m watching what im eating because of everything i’ve put in my face for the last year!”
me- “you do this every single holiday, make up some shit about how you’re watching what you’re eating. stop watching the fucking fork and just put it down. every day but today. today, you eat, and love every minute of it. i fucking give up.”
at this point i turned to the rest of the table and changed the subject. I was more than amused at the look of absolute horror on everyone elses faces, like they were watching a train full of babies with AIDS wreck, that they could do nothing about.
