My dad and I are really pissed off at, and sick of my mom I hate to write this about my own mother. That said, I have ZERO SYMPATHY. ZERO. NONE. It's HER fault she's getting fat. We're pissed at her. She seems to have an issue with eating sweets at night. She's gone from 5'2 105lbs to 5'2 125lbs. Well, she might be more, because I went over to talk to her when she was on the scale and she told me to leave, as "my weight isn't your business". Uh, yes it is. Does she WANT to end up like her mother? In and out of the hospital with whatever the fuck, dying early and not seeing her future grandkids grow up??? And really? Because she called me out when I got chubby and I worked that shit off. I didn't ree. I'm now 5'2 and around 98 to 100 lbs. I thought we could call out each other's bullshit, we have that kind of relationship, but she seems to have developed "fee fee" issues.  So I sleep in the living room in my recliner chair because reasons and I might be up late with class work or just messing around on the interwebz. I'll see her come in the kitchen, and eat half of a cake, maybe a bit less.  Yesterday I took her to the gym with me and my gym buddy. She sat around a lot... I tell her she needs to build up strength and just WORK OUT, but she bitches about back pain or something.  Again, I have ZERO SYMPATHY. There absolutely NO EXCUSE to be eating shit and blowing up like that. She's developed a big belly, yet she's not technically fat...yet... My shitlord dad comes up to me in private and expresses his concern how she just fucking sits around in that rocker chair, just like her mom did, almost waiting to die. He's sick of her bullshit too.  PUT THE FUCKING FORK DOWN, I HAVE NO SYMPATHY FOR YOU IF YOU GAIN WEIGHT AND GET A BIG BELLY. ITS YOU'RE FUCKING FAULT YOURE GETTING FAT. I TELL YOU BUT YOU GET MAD AT ME OR JUST SAY YOU'LL CHANGE BUT YOU DON'T. IF YOU KEEP THIS SHIT UP, YOU WILL DIE EARLY. FUCK.