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Anonymous wrote:Sister who was overweight her entire adult life is now on Ozempic and bordering on emaciated. Now she’s telling me I need to go on it. So fun. I just said, “I don’t want to talk about this.”

My sister went on Ozempic, but won't admit that to our parents. So she claims that she lost all the weight by cutting out gluten after being diagnosed as celiac. Now my mom makes this elaborate production of gluten-free meals or finding a restaurant that can accommodate my "gluten free" sister. Sister eats gluten like it's going out of style when my parents aren't around. I make a point of eating gluten around them. Sister is very peeved with me, "why are you eating pizza in front of me when you know I can't eat gluten around mom?!" Girl, you got yourself into this mess with your lies, I have no interest in making this easier on you. Own your Ozempic use.

I don't care that she uses it. I care about the lying and I'm immensely irritated that now my mom looks at me, slightly overweight, and goes "tsk tsk, you should really stop eating gluten....like your sister! Look at how skinny she is now!"

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Anonymous wrote:Sister who was overweight her entire adult life is now on Ozempic and bordering on emaciated. Now she’s telling me I need to go on it. So fun. I just said, “I don’t want to talk about this.”

There is so much to unpack here. I am confident this is not how it went down.

Oh, there's a lot of baggage between us, but that's exactly how it went down.

Anonymous wrote:Sister who was overweight her entire adult life is now on Ozempic and bordering on emaciated. Now she’s telling me I need to go on it. So fun. I just said, “I don’t want to talk about this.”

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Anonymous wrote:My mom always focuses on everyone’s body type and weight. She had already asked me how much three people weigh. I always say it’s rude but she doesn’t care. It is so annoying.

How on earth would you know how much someone else weighs? 😂

My MIL is this way, she comments incessantly on everyone's weight. It makes having even minor weight fluctuations stressful because I know she will clock it and then for the next three months be telling everyone she knows that I look like I recently lost or gained like 10 lbs. I feel bad for her because it's obviously because she also pays that kind of attention to her own weight and has her entire life, but also she is totally oblivious to how toxic it is and how it impacts others.

I have managed to get her to not comment on my DD's weight in front of her, but I have no control over what she says about DD when we aren't around -- I'm certain she's discussing DD's weight with everyone she knows. I hope this never gets back to DD but ugh, it might.

The weight comments! My MIL got banned after ranking DD’s entire Girl Scout troop by weight (NOT in front of them, thank god) after we all went to a Girl Scout event while she was visiting. And then refused to use their real names for the rest of the week and just called them by the nicknames she’d made up for them, because names like “Emma” were “so unusual”. So instead my DD would be telling an anecdote about Emma and MIL would say “who? Do you mean the Chubby One? Or do you mean Big Cheeks?”.

She is awful.

Wow. She is awful. I have a cousin who gives little digs to her DIL who is slightly overweight. People are strange (or mean, stupid, etc).

Ugh. My MIL finds a way to insult all of DD’s friends. One who dyes her hair pink has “weird hair.” Another is “fluffy.”

Pink hair IS weird hair, and a cry for attention, which she is now getting.

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Anonymous wrote:Sister who was overweight her entire adult life is now on Ozempic and bordering on emaciated. Now she’s telling me I need to go on it. So fun. I just said, “I don’t want to talk about this.”

There is so much to unpack here. I am confident this is not how it went down.

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Anonymous wrote:My mom always focuses on everyone’s body type and weight. She had already asked me how much three people weigh. I always say it’s rude but she doesn’t care. It is so annoying.

How on earth would you know how much someone else weighs? 😂

My MIL is this way, she comments incessantly on everyone's weight. It makes having even minor weight fluctuations stressful because I know she will clock it and then for the next three months be telling everyone she knows that I look like I recently lost or gained like 10 lbs. I feel bad for her because it's obviously because she also pays that kind of attention to her own weight and has her entire life, but also she is totally oblivious to how toxic it is and how it impacts others.

I have managed to get her to not comment on my DD's weight in front of her, but I have no control over what she says about DD when we aren't around -- I'm certain she's discussing DD's weight with everyone she knows. I hope this never gets back to DD but ugh, it might.

The weight comments! My MIL got banned after ranking DD’s entire Girl Scout troop by weight (NOT in front of them, thank god) after we all went to a Girl Scout event while she was visiting. And then refused to use their real names for the rest of the week and just called them by the nicknames she’d made up for them, because names like “Emma” were “so unusual”. So instead my DD would be telling an anecdote about Emma and MIL would say “who? Do you mean the Chubby One? Or do you mean Big Cheeks?”.

She is awful.

Wow. She is awful. I have a cousin who gives little digs to her DIL who is slightly overweight. People are strange (or mean, stupid, etc).

Ugh. My MIL finds a way to insult all of DD’s friends. One who dyes her hair pink has “weird hair.” Another is “fluffy.”

Pink hair IS weird hair, and a cry for attention, which she is now getting.

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Anonymous wrote:Spending time with my mom is like being cross-examined. She asks question after question after question. When I ask about what's going on in her life, she gives one or two word answers. It feels less like a conversation and more like a demand that I entertain her.

If she doesn’t later judge you on what you told her, like my late mother did, then she is discussing it in the strangest of contexts with people you don’t even know (like my dad does). I had no idea he did that, and he does it seemingly non judgmentally but I once received a butt call from him and he was discussing how small my apartment was with someone he barely knew. Mind you, the man was poor all his life and I shared a bedroom with my brother for the longest time. Now he is “upset” about my living conditions!
Anyway, I barely tell him anything and I avoid having him over.

Are you me? These are my parents precisely. I learned a long time ago to be judicious about what I told them because they are so judgmental and will blab anything I tell them to literally anyone. They live in the small town where I grew up and they've said incredibly critical, personal things about me to random people who wind up being related to some friend from high school, and it will get back to me and it's embarrassing and unkind. So now I tell them very little and they complain about that, but it's the only way to keep them from gossiping about me.

We don’t tell MIL 90% of the “real” stuff in our lives (the hard, imperfect, messiness; the health issues or job issues or whatever other normal life stuff) because she will tell everyone, be judgy, and claim she isn’t being judgy while also being casually racist/classist/etc. (her go-to is the “I can’t be homophobic/racist/etc because so-and-so in their circle is whatever) My sibling transitioned several years ago and we haven’t told MIL because she’s met my sibling exactly once (at our wedding) and has no right to get to say a single word about them.

The first pp here. My mother was great at finding something to criticize even in the good things I told her. I’d tell her oh your grandson is reading chapter books (it was early for his age) and she’d complain it wasn’t the author she deemed worth of reading.

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Anonymous wrote:Spending time with my mom is like being cross-examined. She asks question after question after question. When I ask about what's going on in her life, she gives one or two word answers. It feels less like a conversation and more like a demand that I entertain her.

If she doesn’t later judge you on what you told her, like my late mother did, then she is discussing it in the strangest of contexts with people you don’t even know (like my dad does). I had no idea he did that, and he does it seemingly non judgmentally but I once received a butt call from him and he was discussing how small my apartment was with someone he barely knew. Mind you, the man was poor all his life and I shared a bedroom with my brother for the longest time. Now he is “upset” about my living conditions!
Anyway, I barely tell him anything and I avoid having him over.

Are you me? These are my parents precisely. I learned a long time ago to be judicious about what I told them because they are so judgmental and will blab anything I tell them to literally anyone. They live in the small town where I grew up and they've said incredibly critical, personal things about me to random people who wind up being related to some friend from high school, and it will get back to me and it's embarrassing and unkind. So now I tell them very little and they complain about that, but it's the only way to keep them from gossiping about me.

We don’t tell MIL 90% of the “real” stuff in our lives (the hard, imperfect, messiness; the health issues or job issues or whatever other normal life stuff) because she will tell everyone, be judgy, and claim she isn’t being judgy while also being casually racist/classist/etc. (her go-to is the “I can’t be homophobic/racist/etc because so-and-so in their circle is whatever) My sibling transitioned several years ago and we haven’t told MIL because she’s met my sibling exactly once (at our wedding) and has no right to get to say a single word about them.

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Anonymous wrote:Spending time with my mom is like being cross-examined. She asks question after question after question. When I ask about what's going on in her life, she gives one or two word answers. It feels less like a conversation and more like a demand that I entertain her.

If she doesn’t later judge you on what you told her, like my late mother did, then she is discussing it in the strangest of contexts with people you don’t even know (like my dad does). I had no idea he did that, and he does it seemingly non judgmentally but I once received a butt call from him and he was discussing how small my apartment was with someone he barely knew. Mind you, the man was poor all his life and I shared a bedroom with my brother for the longest time. Now he is “upset” about my living conditions!
Anyway, I barely tell him anything and I avoid having him over.

Are you me? These are my parents precisely. I learned a long time ago to be judicious about what I told them because they are so judgmental and will blab anything I tell them to literally anyone. They live in the small town where I grew up and they've said incredibly critical, personal things about me to random people who wind up being related to some friend from high school, and it will get back to me and it's embarrassing and unkind. So now I tell them very little and they complain about that, but it's the only way to keep them from gossiping about me.

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Anonymous wrote:My mom always focuses on everyone’s body type and weight. She had already asked me how much three people weigh. I always say it’s rude but she doesn’t care. It is so annoying.

How on earth would you know how much someone else weighs? 😂

My MIL is this way, she comments incessantly on everyone's weight. It makes having even minor weight fluctuations stressful because I know she will clock it and then for the next three months be telling everyone she knows that I look like I recently lost or gained like 10 lbs. I feel bad for her because it's obviously because she also pays that kind of attention to her own weight and has her entire life, but also she is totally oblivious to how toxic it is and how it impacts others.

I have managed to get her to not comment on my DD's weight in front of her, but I have no control over what she says about DD when we aren't around -- I'm certain she's discussing DD's weight with everyone she knows. I hope this never gets back to DD but ugh, it might.

The weight comments! My MIL got banned after ranking DD’s entire Girl Scout troop by weight (NOT in front of them, thank god) after we all went to a Girl Scout event while she was visiting. And then refused to use their real names for the rest of the week and just called them by the nicknames she’d made up for them, because names like “Emma” were “so unusual”. So instead my DD would be telling an anecdote about Emma and MIL would say “who? Do you mean the Chubby One? Or do you mean Big Cheeks?”.

She is awful.

Wow. She is awful. I have a cousin who gives little digs to her DIL who is slightly overweight. People are strange (or mean, stupid, etc).

Ugh. My MIL finds a way to insult all of DD’s friends. One who dyes her hair pink has “weird hair.” Another is “fluffy.”

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Anonymous wrote:My mom always focuses on everyone’s body type and weight. She had already asked me how much three people weigh. I always say it’s rude but she doesn’t care. It is so annoying.

How on earth would you know how much someone else weighs? 😂

My MIL is this way, she comments incessantly on everyone's weight. It makes having even minor weight fluctuations stressful because I know she will clock it and then for the next three months be telling everyone she knows that I look like I recently lost or gained like 10 lbs. I feel bad for her because it's obviously because she also pays that kind of attention to her own weight and has her entire life, but also she is totally oblivious to how toxic it is and how it impacts others.

I have managed to get her to not comment on my DD's weight in front of her, but I have no control over what she says about DD when we aren't around -- I'm certain she's discussing DD's weight with everyone she knows. I hope this never gets back to DD but ugh, it might.

The weight comments! My MIL got banned after ranking DD’s entire Girl Scout troop by weight (NOT in front of them, thank god) after we all went to a Girl Scout event while she was visiting. And then refused to use their real names for the rest of the week and just called them by the nicknames she’d made up for them, because names like “Emma” were “so unusual”. So instead my DD would be telling an anecdote about Emma and MIL would say “who? Do you mean the Chubby One? Or do you mean Big Cheeks?”.

She is awful.

Wow. She is awful. I have a cousin who gives little digs to her DIL who is slightly overweight. People are strange (or mean, stupid, etc).

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Anonymous wrote:Spending time with my mom is like being cross-examined. She asks question after question after question. When I ask about what's going on in her life, she gives one or two word answers. It feels less like a conversation and more like a demand that I entertain her.

If she doesn’t later judge you on what you told her, like my late mother did, then she is discussing it in the strangest of contexts with people you don’t even know (like my dad does). I had no idea he did that, and he does it seemingly non judgmentally but I once received a butt call from him and he was discussing how small my apartment was with someone he barely knew. Mind you, the man was poor all his life and I shared a bedroom with my brother for the longest time. Now he is “upset” about my living conditions!
Anyway, I barely tell him anything and I avoid having him over.

Are you me? These are my parents precisely. I learned a long time ago to be judicious about what I told them because they are so judgmental and will blab anything I tell them to literally anyone. They live in the small town where I grew up and they've said incredibly critical, personal things about me to random people who wind up being related to some friend from high school, and it will get back to me and it's embarrassing and unkind. So now I tell them very little and they complain about that, but it's the only way to keep them from gossiping about me.