Update on lardbarge family Some of you may remember my Come To Jesus breakdown over the holidays. Well, my family was in town this week. Here are the developments, which totally align with HAES and intuitive eating. It is now refusing to walk without assistance even though it can. We now have to drop it off at the entrance to the store, park, and then go find it. It now uses a cart just to walk back to the car, and leaves the cart in the parking spot next to it, not even trying to push the cart away. It is now an active patient at the same pain clinic I had to go to. It brings this up every time it speaks to anyone, even when her sister was awaking from having cancer biopsied.  Its joints and ankles have gone to Hell in a hand basket. It says, "Muh joints hurt so bad, it can't be arthritis. Muh pain is so much worse than arthritis." I relay to it a recent post I read about a person with rheumatoid arthritis who has to have their limbs suspended because even gravity is painful. If it's seriously painful, it could be arthritis. "No. Muh pain is the worst pain that anyone has ever felt... snortle ... Oh, except you, of course." I want to rage quit. Instead I say, "I'm sure you're in a lot of pain. I'm very glad you have a clear, simple path to recovery." It doesn't acknowledge what I said.  It is now eating Oxycodone like they're M&Ms. It now has a hunch on its back which is pure fat, accentuated and plumped up further by its too-small bra. It is now pretending to give a shit about eating healthy, proudly declaring that it has added bananas to its mornings.  It ordered a sweet potato at dinner and was visibly angered when we refused to praise it. It tried to get me to eat potatoes, eat peanuts, and eat cake, offering cake multiple times before shutting up. It wanted me to take a bite so that it could be then justified in inhaling the rest, because if Kahlo is skinny and eating that means it has the exact same effect on a fatty regardless of volume consumed. It gave me an Easter basket full of chocolates, which is thoughtful and I am appreciative of it, but let's stay real here: it gives me those because it bought itself five times as much and wants to take me down with its ship of gluttony. It referred to my doctor's recommendation to consume more protein as a "strict diet," asking me about "my diet" every fucking time we spoke on the phone, even though it has been scolded several times in family therapy for violating my boundaries (recovering anorexic) and projecting its food issues onto me in this way. When I confronted it about violating the boundaries it promised my therapist it would follow in exchange for certain courtesies on my part (no longer calling her a fat bitch to her face, etc), it laughed at me. It tried to tell me that I'm so tired because I exercise too much, and that I should stop my physical therapy program when I start feeling stressed. Gpa has been shitlording her very well. He refuses to praise it for mimicking human behavior. When it complains about its foot pain, he reminds it that she only has herself to blame. In turn, Gma has become even more of a castrating harpy, constantly negging Gpa. He is strong enough to see through the bullshit at this point and is getting to that point of having no more fucks to give. I am hopeful for him.