so, once a year the relatives all come over from the far side of the world. they just can’t stay away, because they live to make my life miserable.
this time the MIL is retired. she retired last year and apparently now she is completely obsessed with forcing every family member to eat gruel because as she puts it – “it cures cancer” . when i first met bub, he said the words to me “i wish we never had to eat” and i smacked him across the face and told him never to speak such blasphemy (i eat to live). but for the 2 weeks she was here – i prayed every night that i would not get hungry while i was in the house with her.
morning: everyone at the table in the dining room eating pink/purple thin gruel with dried scallops. me (sulking in the corner of the kitchen trying to shove a piece of apple strudel toast down my throat as fast as i can before someone notices me chewing or smells the strudel on my breath.
when in the history of me have i actually bolted food out of fear/intimidation. its a really sad day, i would say its one of the low points in my life. thank goodness it only happens once a year.