The usual stuff; spent my childhood being told I was fat, spent my teen years being told I was fat (was about a size 12 back then), carted around ‘plus sized’ clothing shops while she ranted that nothing fitted me (because they’re sizes were 16+). Constant comments about weight and diet (she’s been on a diet her whole life).
I left home at 17.
When I had DS and was still carrying extra weight she would absolutely tear into me about while laughing. She wasn’t happy until I left in tears. Then my dad would phone me, tell me she didn’t mean it and that I was ‘too sensitive’.
Today she started on DS. He’s big anyway - 6’4”. Has some extra weight on him but his MH hasn’t been great lately, and that combined with the lockdowns and not walking to college every day hasn’t helped.
My mum commented on his ‘round’ tummy. He looked visibly crushed. I told her not to be so rude. She kept on, telling him she liked him cuddly, she liked his extra weight, etc.
I told her to leave him alone.
We’ve had this before. I used to cook them dinner every week but it didn’t work out because she just wouldn’t leave him alone.
Today I told her to leave him alone and made it very clear I meant it.
My dad piped up that DS was too ‘fragile’.
He’s not fragile. But he is aware of his weight and it does upset him.
My mum is weight obsessed. The first thing she sees when she meets someone is their weight and she can be pretty rude about random people she sees on the street. Sometimes within earshot.
She was bitching about Charlie Dimmock (the nice gardening lady on the television) the other day and saying how humongous she was. I did look out of curiosity and Charlie Dimmock is a size 14 at most. She has a lovely figure.
My mum has stopped commenting on my weight now and I’m worried she’ll move on to DS. He’s 18 but I still want to protect him. He’s really struggled lately and doesn’t need to be bullied by his own grandmother.
I’m feeling very stressed out about it. Plus it’s brought up some really unpleasant memories.