Last night Cherry and I attended the monthly family dinner that her side does. Hmm, had some good food and for the most part everyone was well behaved and had a good time. It's the tiny little bit of not well behaved that gets me. They have a family member that is successful, semi-rich, has all the cool toys and a bitchin' house to boot. Every one is proud of him. The only problem is he has a large dose of god complex. If you don't agree with him you're wrong. Do something different? You're wrong. Can't get a job, you're lazy. Got a low paying job, well, there's no excuse for that. No one can do anything right in his eyes.
Recently I have lost a bit of weight. I don't advertise it, I don't brag about it, but, it is enough that others notice it. Last night a non-family guest commented that I had lost weight and asked how much. I told him 30-35 pounds. Nothing more was said. So, dinner is finally served and it was worth the wait. A very tasty meatloaf, a new recipe of half smashed mashers and cheesy corn. As the portions were being dished out, everyone was discussing the food. When my plate was filled the asshole in question says, "but you're on a diet" meaning not so much. I told him this was my meal of the day. A few seconds later he commented to his wife that this was my meal. It's not what he says but the tone and expressions he uses with these comments. I have been able to maintain my cool for many years, but, in the interests of familial harmony I don't know if I can attend these dinners any longer. We'll see.
The best part of this is, big ol' me, over 6 feet tall, broad of shoulder and narrow of hip had no more on my plate than any of the other family members who are well under 6 feet.
To make this whole situation even better, this asshat wants to run for public office. God help us.