Food is killing her

I wish you could talk about something other than food. I don’t want to hear about the best sandwich you ever ate or tell you what I’m having for dinner. It’s nauseating to see the food network on your television every time I visit. Food is your life, your drug there’s no doubt about that. You put food above your family, food is really the only thing in life that you trust. I realize that it’s not a drug that can be quit cold turkey, it’s everywhere but can’t you see it’s killing you. It put you in the bed and won’t let you up. I’d always hoped you would reach your bottom and have no choice but to fight your way back up but I fear your bottom will be death. Sixty-six is too young to be bedridden because your body can no longer carry the weight. Talk to me not about your life, your hopes and your dreams but please don’t talk to me about food.

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About amysmidlifemess

Trying to think of something funny or deep to describe myself. I got nothing.. My nest is now empty leaving lots of stones unturned. I'm searching, I'm seeking. I'm sad and I'm weeping.
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