I finally said something to my mother about her weight I apologize in advance for this lengthy post about my mother. I've been frustrated my entire life and just last week I finally snapped. I don't have many people in my day to day life whom I can actually discuss this with. By being on the subreddit and subverse for a while now, I know there are a lot of people out there who feel my frustration.  My mother has been overweight/obese for most of my life (I'm 21). Over the years, my mother has asked me to help her lose weight, help her watch her eating, etc. So when dinner time would come and she'd put a knob of butter on her serving of mashed potatoes, I would say something like "Mom...". She'd kinda giggle and then try fixing her plate again. I would make subtle comments like that every now and then when there was too much sugar/cream in her coffee and stuff like that. But she never exercises. All day long, she sits on the couch and sleeps or stares at the tv.  This summer, my mother has had TWO incidents in which she believed she was having a heart attack. During the last one, before my dad drove her off to the hospital, she had me write down all her medications, dosage, and time of day taken on a pad of legal paper for the doctor. The legal pad is basically a normal sized notebook but yellow, and I filled almost the entire sheet with medications and pertinent information about each medication. My hand cramped near the end of writing, that's how much medication she'd take DAILY. Luckily, the heart attack was a false alarm (it was an eye opener for me though concerning my mom's health).  These two incidents of "I think I'm having a heart attack" from this summer alone, seem to have no affect on my mother whatsoever and last Saturday, she finally pushed me over the edge. Last Saturday my aunt wanted to get a few of our family members together to go to the Renaissance fair, including my parents and me. A week or so prior to the fair, my mother decided to cancel for herself and my dad because she didn't want to deal with all the walking. So then it was just going to be me and a few of my other family members for Saturday and I was still pretty excited. Friday night I got called into work at the hookah lounge 7pm-2:30am; it's a decent sized shift, but when you're serving a full house and it's just you and your boss, it's a hefty and tiring shift of endless brisk walking, bending over, carrying heavy hookahs, squatting with heavy hookahs, answering questions, cleaning, etc... Last Friday in particular was so tiring that I ended up in the bathroom tearing up a little and I called my parents at 2am to PLEASE come pick me up, because I couldn't drive myself home. They came and picked me up when I finished closing the store and when I got home, I bee-lined for my bed and passed out in my work clothes. Work had never made me more tired than it did last Friday night. The next morning my mom came into my room to wake me up at 8am for the Ren fair. I was still so exhausted, I started tearing up again and I told my mother I was willing to use my tips from last night to pay my aunt back for the ticket she got me. As much as I wanted to go to the fair, I was painfully exhausted even after the five hours of sleep. My mother told me that was unacceptable and so I wouldn't have to argue, I got out of bed, showered, and went to the fair. And it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Once I got out of the car and was walking around, I was awake and ready to have fun. Me and some relatives spent all day at the fair and right before we were about to leave, my aunt gets a call from my mom.... She wants my aunt to bring home one of those obnoxiously large turkey legs AND a funnel cake. I told my aunt not to do it, but I think my aunt thought she was being nice so she bought both of them and packed them in bags for my mom. I get home and turns out, while I was away at the Ren fair, my mom and dad went to corn fest (yeah... I'm from the Midwest) where you pay $13 to eat as much corn as you want, and take home as much as you want. I find out from my dad that my mom ate a fuck load of corn and bought a brat; but didn't eat it, so she can eat more corn, and eat the brat at home. So at home, she had a big bag of corn and a brat... and in my hands were a HUGE turkey leg and a funnel cake. ALL THIS FOOD IS FOR HER. My anger and screaming came from the fact I had never been more tired in my life from work and when I was willing to use my tips to pay my aunt for me not to go, my mom told me it wasn't ok. But it was ok for her to ditch because she didn't want to walk... after a long hard day of doing nothing on the couch. And then on top of that, order a ridiculous amount of fatty foods.  I told my mom I don't know how many pseudo-heart attacks I can handle and it worries me every time I get the notion she might not ever meet my future husband or hold her first grandchild. I told her that she had too many close calls and on top of that, her best friend (same age, same height, same weight) had a heart attack while working in the hospital and needed an open heart surgery and tripple bipass. How does that not scare someone into becoming healthier?? Eventually during the fight, my mother decided that I'm the reason why she wants to kill herself and she tried punching me. Needless to say, her for was for shit and I caught it in my hand while she continued to yell at me and say I'm the reason for all her problems and that I'm a bitch... All because I simply thought that countless cobs of corn, a brat, a turkey leg, and a funnel cake was too much food for one person. ESPECIALLY too much food for a person who's only exercise is getting off the couch to use the rest room. And I'm the lazy one for not wanting to go to the fair not because I didn't want to walk... but because I worked a crazy shift hours before. I don't get it. She's depressed. My dad's depressed. I'm depressed. I'm young and I'm trying so hard to be healthy and happy. It's difficult with her in my life. On top of that, I think my mom is weak minded and selfish. I bring home A's, respectable boyfriends, I work out, and I work two jobs for my money... somehow it's still my fault. There's no accountability on her behalf and I have to listen to her scream at me for the 'nth time about how I'm a fuck up and how I'm the reason my mom wants to kill herself. Anyways, I guess that's all I came here to say. Thank you to anyone who stuck through my post. Those of you in similar situations... how do you handle anything? I'm starting to think, my life would be a smidge easier if I kept my mouth shut for the hundredth time.