- locked - Because the world is so awesome right now, my mom. That's it, just my mom. She has myriad things over which she obsesses, myriad tiny little tools of abuse. The other night, she pestered my dad, again, about eating. He hasn't had a problem with this in a way that would have endangered his health in a couple of years, now, but she continues to bully him about what he eats, if he eats, when, he eats, how he eats, and so forth. He told her that he was fine with whatever he'd had that day, wasn't hungry, thank you for asking. She walked out of the room and muttered under her breath (you know, in that way where people are obviously supposed to hear you while you pretend you said it so they couldn't hear you), "well, if that's the way you want to go, fine." As in, if you want to kill yourself by starving yourself to death you go right ahead. The times my dad had problems with eating it was because of the cancer or the cancer treatment. So he wasn...