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Originally Posted by BarTopDancer
My uncle. And maybe when I'm bored in class I'll post about him and his mofron ways.
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My uncle. The wonderful control freak who will not be invited to my wedding. I found out he would be visiting for a week and I promptly moved out of the house.
Control freak says it all. When my aunt, him and my cousins were visitng a few years ago (so I'm in my mid-20s, not living at home, supporting myself yadda yadda*) we (their family, my parents and myself) go to LA to visit more family). We had a sucktastic day (every day with him is sucktastic) and I decided I would park my butt at Starbucks and enjoy people watching while they go shop Rodeo Drive. He has a fit that my parents "allow me" (see * above) to hang out at Starbucks instead of doing what he wanted.
OK, so later we all go for dinner and I have a salad, and am still a bit hungry so I asked
my dad if I could get a side of pancakes (we were at IHOP). My lovely uncle says something to me about eating enough already. Uh, thanks. Then he bit my dads head off for stating that 1) I was an adult and 2) he was not my father. Uncle has a fit. (It should be noted that throughout the entire visit he tried to control my food intake
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Through the whole visit he was just a big baby and kept trying to boss me around (and those of know you will know how bad of an idea this is) and control everyone
Needless to say that visit did not go well.
I found out about a year ago his daughters have severe eating disorders. Gee, I wonder why.
And that is my idiot family member.