"So Cat, how was birthday dinner with your family?"
Well, Mum decided to question my "don't police what I eat through subterfuge, please" boundary and tried to set me up as the bad guy for having an 'unreasonable' belief about her monitoring my portion size whenever we have family dinner as soon as I walked in the door, Dad got defensive and angry at me when I called her out on it and told her to quit the bullshit (though not in those words), he swore at me when I told him to quit the bullshit and that I was being respectful but refusing to be painted as a bad guy for having a boundary and I walked out before the guests had even arrived.
I got as far as putting the car in gear to go before Mum came out to talk me back in, and Dad didn't apologise when I went back in, just sulked for the rest of the evening.
So... yeah. Pretty shit, actually.



















