Dog
As I sat down at dinner, you told me that you would serve me my portion because it's no secret that I have been hunting after food like a dog lately. But don't worry, everyone knows it's because of my medication. You're infuriated that we are having this conversation right now. I am overreacting. No, you couldn't have said it in a nicer way, because any way you could say it would be misconstrued as judgmental by me. Oh, you're such a horrible father for saying such a thing. I need to absolve myself of my insecurity and you're not going to do that for me. Am I some glutton swelling up like a beached whale while everyone pretends otherwise? Do you think I am some sort of moron? That I haven't been trying to stop snacking and remedy it myself? "Fine, then, have it your way. I'll just buy two pounds of pasta and watch silently for the next eight months as you consume 500 extra calories every meal and balloon up." There will be no extra portion...