Fat Fuck Relatives Hi all! I posted on Reddit's FPH about my 600 lbs aunt who had a child "so she'd always have someone to love her." Of course, the child was born with birth defects and was taken by the Department of Children's Services. My parents ended up in a fruitless custody battle for my nephew, and spoiler alert! We just found out that she's been in a 19 month custody battle for him. He was taken because she was too lazy to clean her home! Of all the reasons to lose your child... Anyway, the rest of that part of the family was here last week for my brother's graduation, and unsurprisingly, they're all north of 500 pounds. Thank god my mom decides to eat reasonably, exercise, and maintain a healthy weight unlike the rest of her family. Here's a list of things that happened: We drove all the way to Hoover Dam so they could sightsee. Once they realized that everything involved walking, we basically stopped at a lookout, they took a few pictures, and we went home. We had to wait 30 minutes for them to wait in line for the elevator at my brother's graduation. It was at the top of two flights of stairs. They BERATED my mother for a week because we went to a show on the strip and had to walk up a few flights of stairs. We didn't know where the elevator was. They didn't ask. They snapped at many a waitress for because the restaurants didn't have sweet tea except for Raspberry Brisk. It's Las Vegas. We have ice tea and table sugar.  We ordered pizza the night of my brother's graduation. 3 large pizzas for people. My brother wanted to try the cheesy bites pizza, so my dad ordered one of those, one regular cheese, and one veggie. They ate all of the cheesy bites and the regular cheese pizza before my brother could get a piece. They didn't touch the veggie.  Similarly, they ate a dozen cupcakes over a week and half an ice cream cake. Also all of my chocolate chip cookies. We had to take my grandfather to the ER because of heat sickness. He drank nothing but diet coke when it was well over 100 every day. The doctor told him to drink water and he refused. I also saw him get winded just sitting down and eating. They complained at every meal because my parents cook normal portions. My grandfather wouldn't even make his own breakfasts/lunches because he was too lazy to stand. He would dictate his order to me, my mom, or his girlfriend. My mom and I refused to serve him.  We drove down the strip. It was EDC week, so there were lots of girls in rave clothes waiting for the bus. Fatties got jealous! Guess who wore crop tops and compression shorts the rest of the week? They couldn't do anything in Vegas because they couldn't walk. This was somehow my family's fault They were always in the bathroom. I had to drive down to the corner store to use the restroom at one point because one of them had been in their for 2 hours. Had to disinfect the bathroom constantly because they didn't wash their hands. Everything we did with them took twice as long because they waddled so slowly. When they finally left, they got mad because I wouldn't give them a hug. Yeah, you're not touching me. There were lots of other moments of entitlement and poor manners, but these were specifically related to their weight. It was ridiculous. I do triathlons and there's regularly people 60+ competing. I will never let myself get to a point where my mobility is inhibited because I couldn't put down the fork. Even if I lose mobility due to an accident, I hope I'll at least be able to continue to handcycle or exercise with other accommodations. Regardless, thanks for letting me rant about a stressful week! Also I am headed off to military training! Because it isn't basic, everyone there is expected to be in shape and meet body standards. Anyone that busts tape gets an automatic trip home. No fatties for weeks! I'm so excited!