Slightly dreading this weekend. I’m going to visit my family near LA. My cousins are great but my grandparents and all those other old people . . . They don’t understand nor do they try to understand that the way I eat is a lifestyle choice I made. It’s not a phase or a diet to lose weight. I’ve been doing it for a long time to ease my chronic joint pain from years of overtraining and genetics - my mom suffers from arthritis and so does my grandma from her side. It’s so draining dealing with them every time :( They push me to eat this and that when they know it’s not something I can eat. Then they make these remarks about how unhealthy it is and how it’s not right. I can’t say anything back because apparently you can’t speak your mind in this side of the family. Just rollover when an elder tells you to. Save face. I wish I never had to see this side of them. Years ago, when I was living with my parents, everyone was pleasant because my family would visit at most once a year. I’m living closer now and can visit them more often. That also means I’ve become acquainted to everyone and their drama. I honestly miss the harmony and understanding of my mom’s side of the family. I don’t know how much longer I can take this because I’m not the type that can easily hold in what I have to say. If you’re wrong, you can count on me to point it out. In backwards Asian culture, it’s known as being a smart ass and is grounds for admonition (you can bet my teenage years were real pretty).
Oh. One more thing.
That asshole, misogynist priest (my grandma’s older brother). He thinks he’s high and mighty because he’s a priest but he is NOT a priest. He shouldn’t be, anyway. He got drunk the last time we met on Thanksgiving and humiliated/disrespected me and one of my younger cousins in front of everyone else. He demanded that we serve desserts to all the elders first. When we said it’s not necessary since there’s multiple desserts and everyone can self-serve the one of their choosing, he turned to our parents and said “you need to train your daughters better.” The look on my mom’s face . . . It took every bone in my body to keep myself from dousing his ugly person with the container of chè, a Vietnamese pudding-like concoction. Being born the eldest of my siblings, I am very protective. It’s one thing to disrespect me, I can handle, but it’s a whole ‘nother thing to disrespect someone I love. The point is, my main reason for visiting this weekend is to attend my little cousin’s confirmation ceremony. Since it’s a celebration centering something religious, it’s likely the butthole is going to be there so I hope I can be civil. He doesn’t deserve my regards but I’m not going to let anything personal get in the way of my cousin’s special day. ‘Tis all for now.
