I went with my grandparent's in Tell City this weekend. They've always been on me about my weight, even though they're not horribly skinny themselves, and I've always just taken it like a good granddaughter and not told them how much it does hurt. It started Friday afternoon when they picked me up, just a few minutes in, they said something about my weight. Then, ALL weekend, that's what I heard. I couldn't not get away from it. On Saturday, I called my mom crying. I couldn't stand it. I needed to talk to someone about it and my mommy is always there. So I did and we talked it through without them knowing that they upset me.
On Sunday, everything went normally and my grandpa tried to make me a deal that for every pound I lost in May, June and July, he would give me ten dollars. Although this is quite the incentive, it was not made with the right motivation. I feel like all they want to do is change me to be their perfect, skinny granddaughter and I'm sorry, but that's just never going to happen. I'm fine the way I am, even though they refuse to accept that.
Back to the actually story, my dad called on Sunday, and he asked how it went. Well, I started bawling and long story short, he called my grandparents and got mad at them then they called me and turned it around to be MY fault. Of course! I called it when my mom wanted to call or come pick me up on Saturday but I told her that it would somehow be misconstrued and automatically become my fault. BINGO. WE HAVE A WINNER.
So I get a call from my grandpa who says my grandma is too upset to talk to me right now and he's so short with me, I feel like he hates me. Never in my life has he been that short with me or that rude so I was very upset and bawling. Once again.
Right now, everything is topsy-turvy and everything sucks. I told my dad that I really don't want to talk to my grandparents for at least a couple of weeks. Every time it's brought up, I get really upset, almost to the point of crying. I just hate that everything had to happen like that. I do love them, don't get me wrong. I just hate what they do almost every time I go up there. This past time was just the straw that broke the camel's back and, honestly, I'm kind of glad. I was getting sick of this crap. I don't need them telling me how worthless I am because of my weight. And I'm done with it. I won't take it from them if they say anything like that anymore and that's a promise. I'M DONE!
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