To better understand the story, the beginning is contained in the description of this Book.
And so,
We went to the anniversary dinner.
Mother in law exhibited her usual toxic behaviour.
She has a fixation with overweight people, or those she deems to be fat, or too large (in her opinion).
She is quite cruel with her remarks.
She kept referring to one of the servers as “roly poly”.
She did not say this when they were near, but her comments were still rude and unnecessary; not to mention downright wrong, and entirely inexcusable.
If I had said something to her about this, it would have ruined the evening.
My husband is oblivious to her nasty antics.
Not sure if he just tunes her out consciously, or if he simply doesn’t hear.
Her husband is fully deaf. He has hearing devices, but I am wagering that he also tunes her out most of the time.
They say you can tell much about a person’s character by what he laughs at.
Mother in law only laughs at her own ruthless jokes, or at other people’s misfortune.
When she said these awful things, I just sat and stared in her direction, with a quizzical expression on my face.
If I wasn’t so annoyed with her stupidity, I might feel sorry for how pathetic she is.
But I can’t.
I think some people are just mean-spirited and hard hearted.
Sure, it’s a choice they make every day, each time they open their mouth, but I am beginning to believe that some people just can’t help being shitty.
It does not excuse them for being assholes, nor does it absolve them from their responsibility of acting as a decent human being should, but it does give credence to the fact that they are hopeless.
Equally disturbing is my husband’s refusal to acknowledge this woman’s behaviour.
I do not pester him about it, but I find it very disconcerting that he is not bothered by the way she is.
Did I mention that I am part of the Fat Club she so adamantly despises?
Yep, it’s true.
By her standards, I am at least 30 pounds overweight, but she would probably say I need to lose 50 pounds (to be acceptable in their fold).
They are all very stick-skinny people, and each one of them looks down on those who have more to love.
My husband, a physician (and considers himself an authority figure on all topics pertaining to humans), is 6 foot 2 inches, and 165 pounds, soaking wet.
Another lean, mean, self-righteous, opinionated, ‘concerned’ citizen.
He constantly laments about how his patients are obese, ill, diabetic, demented, etc. Basically train wrecks of varying degrees.
Yes, he uses the word ‘demented’ to describe individuals with dementia.
Calls the majority of his surgical patients looney, crazy, nutcase, insane.
And of course, demented.
To their face, he acts charming, benevolent, supportive.
He even offers to pray with them before their surgeries.
He does not even believe in God.
He is a self proclaimed atheist (or agnostic; it depends on the day) but not to his patients.
Paradoxically, his mother and father are both VERY active members of their church.
I cannot pretend to know what they believe, but they certainly do not walk the walk.
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