I resent my mother. I'm you're average drunk shitlord. M/21/5'11"/172lbs Here I am, wasting my Friday night, sitting in the triage at the hospital with my mom who I live with and take care of. She probably has a MRSA infection. She's like 5'5" and 250lbs. Your average ham planet. I try to make lifestyle changes for her. No smoking, no fast food, no unapproved snacks. I do like everything for you. Cook, clean, laundry. I work and go to school. How hard is it to portion out your meals when I'm not there? How hard is it to not eat a box of cereal in 24 hours? How hard is it to not midnight snack? I know what food is in the kitchen, I buy it. Fuck, like you call me a food Nazi but you said you would lose weight four years ago but progress is naught. At least I feel like I'm doing something right with a title like that. Obesity affects us all. Dad fought through stage four cancer but you can't fucking lose weight? Its not that hard to go on a walk every once in a while. If you wonder why I'm short with you is because I'm tired and full of resentment. I hate coming home from cleaning a café all day just to have to clean the kitchen. I dont have sympathy any more. I understand Dads reason to divorce you. Take some responsibility in your life. For you butter golems reading this, realize the effect YOUR obesity has on your families life. For the shitlords, enjoy your health; you've earned it. Embrace the fact that you help build society up instead of causing hardship for your fellow man.