Won't you take me to chunky town?

My family is cool. I like spending time with them but at some point my good natured, innocent facade starts to crack and I just want to sip a glass of wine over a cigarette after two days of non-stop hanging out. Some people have those families that they can really relax with and be themselves by family- mine not so much.

I was getting irritated with my Dad, his brother and my Dad's friend by the end of the third day. They wanted to get something to eat so we were leaving my apartment trying to figure out where when my stomach started to turn from stress. I was tired. My Dad turns to me and says, "You're always up for eating aren't ya? Where should we go?" I told them I wasn't feeling well and let them go. There is a threshold of tolerance for my good-nature and pops just crossed it.

I didn't say anything about his comment or react to it. I could've explained that I'd gained weight that year because of a medication and could've told him not to tell women everywhere, in or out of his life, anything, ever about their weight. As I get older, I've stopped lecturing and save the experiences to share with my friends and let the b.s. roll off my back.