“I thought you already had the baby?” Pointing at my fat tummy.
“god your feet are weird”
“you were never the right shape to wear skirts”
“you’re hair is really bad, you should straighten it.”
“Hungry?” While pointing at my plate of food.
Every time I speak they talk over me. Anytime I talk about anything relating to my life they just Starr at me blankly and then carry in talking about something else.
They don’t know I spent most of the weekend planning to kill myself. Good job they got me today in a good mood. I don’t know why I bother anymore.