Dinner @ Dad's
5:30pm Monday, Oct 30th
“Alie ate the whole bowl of chocolates!”
I ate 3 last night and 1 on Friday when I was at his house, out of a bowl that had about 200.
“Well there’s no pie left for us, those girls ate all of it!”
There were 2 pieces left and at dinner Dad said he bought it for us to eat, not for him and Greg said he didn’t like that kind of apple pie. So we were the only ones who were actually going to have some.
“Francie could have had her favourite vegetable if her auntie wasn’t here, then there would have been peas mixed with corn”
Way to make me feel welcome at dinner. Besides the baby loved eating the corn. I only ate with them because I knew that Dad was driving my sister nuts. Don’t make me feel like you designed the dinner menu especially for me.
“I sent a whole box of candy to your place, you mean to say there isn’t any left?”
There was 3 of us eating candy from the bowl on Saturday and Sunday. I pigged out on it on Sunday night, which led me to beat myself up about it anyways, (didn’t sleep well that night at all). And now I’m getting in shit for eating candy, candy that he sent to my house to be eaten.
“Do you want my ass to get bigger?” “So you think that my ass isn’t big enough?”
The first is my sister’s response to her husband when he offered her a candy. They have both apparently gained some weight since coming to BC and visiting relatives and friends. So what and how much they eat is a continuous conversation these days. The second quote is my response when he offered me a candy and I took it. I was totally confused because not even 20 minutes earlier Dad was making it sound like I was eating too much.
“There’s rice krispie squares in the kitchen on the counter, I made them just for you, make sure you have some”Why the fuck is he saying that he made these just for me, when he made them a couple of days ago and there are only 3 pieces left in the container. And if I ate the last one he would comment about that, blaming me that there are none left.
9:30pm
I said to my sister at the end of the evening, “it’s no wonder I have issues with food”. She said that it doesn’t surprise her at all. Since I lived there for so long with Dad and him giving me comments like this all the time.
“Alie ate the whole bowl of chocolates!”
I ate 3 last night and 1 on Friday when I was at his house, out of a bowl that had about 200.
“Well there’s no pie left for us, those girls ate all of it!”
There were 2 pieces left and at dinner Dad said he bought it for us to eat, not for him and Greg said he didn’t like that kind of apple pie. So we were the only ones who were actually going to have some.
“Francie could have had her favourite vegetable if her auntie wasn’t here, then there would have been peas mixed with corn”
Way to make me feel welcome at dinner. Besides the baby loved eating the corn. I only ate with them because I knew that Dad was driving my sister nuts. Don’t make me feel like you designed the dinner menu especially for me.
“I sent a whole box of candy to your place, you mean to say there isn’t any left?”
There was 3 of us eating candy from the bowl on Saturday and Sunday. I pigged out on it on Sunday night, which led me to beat myself up about it anyways, (didn’t sleep well that night at all). And now I’m getting in shit for eating candy, candy that he sent to my house to be eaten.
“Do you want my ass to get bigger?” “So you think that my ass isn’t big enough?”
The first is my sister’s response to her husband when he offered her a candy. They have both apparently gained some weight since coming to BC and visiting relatives and friends. So what and how much they eat is a continuous conversation these days. The second quote is my response when he offered me a candy and I took it. I was totally confused because not even 20 minutes earlier Dad was making it sound like I was eating too much.
“There’s rice krispie squares in the kitchen on the counter, I made them just for you, make sure you have some”Why the fuck is he saying that he made these just for me, when he made them a couple of days ago and there are only 3 pieces left in the container. And if I ate the last one he would comment about that, blaming me that there are none left.
9:30pm
I said to my sister at the end of the evening, “it’s no wonder I have issues with food”. She said that it doesn’t surprise her at all. Since I lived there for so long with Dad and him giving me comments like this all the time.
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