Average Jane



My dad, the addict

Watching my dad eat is like watching a heroine addict shoot up.

My mom is the dealer, and the enabler.

The food will kill him just like any other drug.
And there isn’t a thing in the world I can do to stop it.

I guess that makes me the narc.

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  1. The narcs do try. Supposedly.

    | Reply Posted 9 years, 1 month ago
  2. * K says:

    So, I open my Metro Express this morning, and who do I see? 😉

    | Reply Posted 9 years, 1 month ago
  3. * DLM says:

    You’re in the WaPo this morning!!! Congrats!!

    Rove you…we need to “dinner” when your foot is better. Besos!

    | Reply Posted 9 years, 1 month ago
  4. * Lisa says:

    My future father-in-law is like this. He was told last summer that he needs to lose 50 pounds to have a valve replacement…so he gained 20 last winter. It is scary and frustrating in that you see this terrible thing happening and you worry about the person, but you can’t actually force them to do anything about it.

    | Reply Posted 9 years, 1 month ago


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