Very very cross!
Background - DH and I living with MIL while we buy a house.
I have come in from work this evening , ravenous and craving a very carb heavy dinner of cheese toastie and chips (please don't judge!) DH gets straight on it preparing for me.
I make a cup of tea fir myself and MIL and tuck into a piece of bread and thickly slathered butter as I tell them about my day.
DH shouts "Good god!" And goes on to berate me about pure fat intake etc. MIL chimes in with "it'll be your own problem when you get too gat and have problems"
I feel so angry, especially as MIL only was told this weekend about my pregnancy.