Recovered

.......I've recovered from my fall into alcholism. How is it that family holidays can send us sprialing down into the depths of teeth gritting, hair pulling, drowning in the bottom of a bottle, please just kill me now dispare.

I guess in some ways it's hard to accept people at their level. There are things about my in-laws that just make me go What the Fuck. As Many of you know 3 years ago I had gastric by-pass surgery and have lost the equilivant of a Dallas Cowboys linebacker. (yay me) Now realize my bro in law and my mom in law live 7 (yes count them) 7 houses down from me. So it's not like they don't see us on a uncomfortably regular basis. So you'd think in this 3 years they would remember at least once that I DO NOT EAT sugar, fried food, buffets, high cholestral food and most meat (it makes me puke). But every single time that we go to their house, or that we go out to eat with them, it's always the same every time. All of the stuff that I don't (not only don't but can't my body won't let me) eat, then they get all bent out of shape because I won't eat or if they ask me if I liked the resturant, (when I've sat there drinking just water) and I tell them Hell no I don't like it..I couldn't eat. It turns out to be my fault. ~~sigh~~

Well shit I meant this to be some snarky post about my brother in law and turned into a friggin' rant. I'm starting to sound like a candy assed panty waist whimpy girl.

I'll end for now and try again later.