My mother was like this. I hate her with a passion. She made my life absolutely miserable from 12-19. Fuck that bitch, I hope she gets a heart attack that is long and painful. She ruined my teenage years; I fixed my life despite her bullshit. My point? Sometimes, your parents need to die, and you need to be thankful that their shitty opinions didn't get passed on to you. Fuck all the fats. Also, sorry: I'm drunk AF atm, some repressed shit appears to be coming up.