Awful awful day today.
Treated the kids to pizza, while visiting some family before dropping them home, and my grandmother was on fine form.
For a bit of history, she used to teach home c, has always been on some fancy fandangled diet or another, and has looked the same since I can remember - not slim but not obese either.
She is also never straight to the point. She phrases things in a roundabout way, where you know exactly what she means, but if you call her on it she will deny it.
Unfortunately all bow exacerbated by dementia...
Normally I am strong, bat it back at her, and ignore/move on.
Today? Today was not one of those days.
Tired, stressed, in pain with AF (still), and just a bit on edge for several reasons.
I was setting the table for lunch for us all (she didn't know what we had got for lunch - grandads request for pizza as well!) - and she did the standard look up and down, followed by the inevitable "when did you last weigh yourself or step on the scales".
Im ashamed to say I snapped. Told her I'd lost weight, and when she started to comment further, that it was none of her business. For a final comment, tears in eyes, I stood in front of her and told her to leave me alone.
Left the room and stood trying to calm myself.
Thoroughly upset and ashamed of myself for it all.
The kids have never seen me like that, and knew I wasn't okay even though I said I was.
Hate that I lost control of myself - she has always been the same, and the dementia is just making it worse, as it will continue to do so.
Not really sure of the point of posting this, other than to get it out, and hope for some respite in my head from it all..
Sorry for the rant guys..