I really wish my auntie would stop trying to nurse me back to health
It’s really pissing me off that she thinks she knows me and my IBD better than I do.
And the fact that she’s so fucking stubborn about this is fucking annoying.
And also whenever I bring my “normal” food and she decides to cook it for me, she totally fucks it up. She burned my favorite food and as stupid as it sounds, it made me want to cry. And when I brought food that she also eats, like soba noodles, she cooks up the whole fucking package and ruins that too!!
And this is why I have a private stash of food in my room. That is my food. My normal food that I can successfully digest and not have me gravitating towards the restroom the whole damn day (sorry for the TMI)
So after a while the food thing has become such an issue (since said auntie tried to kill me w cheese) that she wants me to move out as soon as she finds a new place for me to live.