I feel blessed that this is one twist neither my dysfunctional family nor my awful in laws have embraced. Solidarity to all those being subjected to starvation tactics. WTAF?! |
Right? I just don't get it at all and no way would I keep my mouth shut like so many do here when in-laws or parents pull crap like this. So glad mine and dh's have an open fridge policy and no dictates about skipping meals or not being in the kitchen at certain times 🙄 |
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Some gems:
1. https://www.dcurbanmom.com/jforum/posts/list/15/607870.page Post 9:
2. https://www.dcurbanmom.com/jforum/posts/list/60/607870.page Post 14:
3. No one eats in this house (the whole damn 28 page thread) https://www.dcurbanmom.com/jforum/posts/list/691252.page 4. A classic BKL minithread: https://www.dcurbanmom.com/jforum/posts/list/45/814282.page
5. And the post that probably birthed the legend: https://www.dcurbanmom.com/jforum/posts/list/105/691252.page Post 12
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| Yes! These threads made me realize I was not a drama queen for bringing my own groceries to my in-laws. I have food allergies so use it as an excuse to make sure I can eat. Otherwise I’d have to live off of eggs and easy Mac. |
Definitely an age thing. My mom used to complain about my grandparents (her IL's) doing it, but then as she got older she started doing it too! One time my brother was visiting with his kids (I think they were around 6 years old at the time) and got so sick of waiting for the "big dinner" that was so big they weren't allowed to eat lunch--he just called up the local Dominoes and had a pizza delivered. That caused a huge fight that led to them not speaking for over a year! |
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PP with two recent examples of grandmothers being weird about food:
Three of my mom’s grandchildren (and 2 are my DC) have anaphylactic nut allergies. My mom recently complained that her other grandchild with multiple nut allergies “takes forever to decide what to order in a restaurant or even when he visits my house because ‘he has to read all of the ingredients’ “. She was beyond exasperated and annoyed with him. I interrupted her to explain for the 1000th time that GC MUST carefully study each ingredient to protect his life!” Ugh. My MIL begins any large meal by telling us all that she’s been saving her calories/fasted/dieted so that she can “enjoy” and indulge. One, I don’t care and two, she says this in front of her 3 teen granddaughters - way to model disordered eating. I once broke down and sobbed when MIL complimented me on my postpartum weight loss: I had PPD and anxiety that caused me to become very ill and subsequently, I was having trouble eating and lost weight too quickly. So, in the middle of crying I explained that yes, I had lost weight but my anxiety made it so that I truly couldn’t eat properly and lost my appetite. Her comforting words, “you’re so lucky! My stress response is to eat and get fat.” |
| My kooky MIL once hosted a 12 noon Baby Shower Luncheon for about (30 women in her cramped TH) but got so distracted by playing baby shower games that LUNCH wasn’t even served until about 330. Several guests to include another pregnant lady, had to leave a few hours in - without eating. |
+2 it’s age. Older people don’t eat as much or as often, and only like certain types of food. And if they don’t regularly have younger people around (younger being relative, I’m really talking of working age adults in our 30s and 40s and our younger children), they forget how often and how much other people like to eat. Not every older person is like this of course, and some don’t do it deliberately. But it’s definitely a thing. |
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My 70+ parents eat like birds, and only steamed veggies and lean protein. However, when the grandkids come, they stock up on cookies and hot dogs and all the kids' favorites. My mother does have a problem with food, and she used to make the most terrible comments about DD and I being fat and eating too much, but with age, she's mellowed a lot. |
| I have the most vivid memory of going to my grandparents best friends house with them as a kid, maybe 12 or so, and being given ONE PANCAKE for brunch. That was it. I kept thinking...Will there be more food? But was too polite to ask. This was a group of retired doctors! |
| These are my favorite threads on DCUM. I love the lady who brings the Harry & David gift basket she “won in a work raffle.” |
Reminds me of the time I was newly pregnant and starving all the time and MIL served me a single, plain Eggo waffle for breakfast. When I asked for a second waffle I was denied because then there wouldn’t be enough for tomorrow’s breakfast. |
It is my joy and pleasure, as Second Assistant Branch Manager of the Dramatic Family-Sized Food Disorders Unit of DCUM. The benefits may not be great, and the training uncompensated, and the supervision nearly nonexistent, but at least there is no salary. Thank you, thank you. |
| Seen more than one post like this. Clearly DCUM has done a public service, angering controlling MILs (and occasional FILs), but benefitting now-fed kids and their parents. Win/win. |