Mum.

If you’re so bothered about my weight stop giving me huge meals, and then leaving half of yours for me to finish off.

While you were away I had small meals every day and that was all my apetite needed.

that’s all.
Pit your mum or mom here.

Mom, I appreciate you visiting and everything but did you really have to bring me homecooked chicken, seasoned rice, and half a chocolate cake? You know I can’t use the entire fridge. Now I’ll have to eat it all in one sitting while you watch!

:slight_smile:

Moms are not to be Pitted.

Mom - if you have a pesonal problem with Mrs. HeyHomie’s behavior, take it up with her. Quit expecting me to justify or explain it. I can’t and I won’t, and most importantly, I don’t care. Mrs. HeyHomie is a grown woman and can speak for herself.

Thank you.

Mom, did you really have to raise me to use correct grammar at all times? And all of those years feeding and clothing me? The nerve.

Mommy, you have diabetes, which is a serious condition. And while you were great about watching your diet at the beginning, it’s obvious you’re getting very lax about your health now. First off, eating dinner at nine o’clock and going to bed an hour later is NOT healthy. And eating like a pig is definitely not healthy. You need to be watching your sugar intake constantly. I don’t want you to go out like Big Mama from Soul Food. I can definitely see this in your future if you don’t watch yourself.

You think it’s cute to say you’d rather die than go without your calorie-rich foods, but you shouldn’t even be thinking about death right now. You’re just 56! And I’m still at the age when I need my mother for guidance and love. I don’t want you to die. I don’t want you to go blind. I don’t want you to have limbs amputated. I don’t want you to go into a coma. I don’t want you to have a stroke. I can handle these things if they occur, but it will PISS ME OFF if they could have been prevented if only you had cared for yourself better.

You have four grandkids and four children who love you dearly. Daddy would fall apart if you pass away before he does (I hate thinking about this). Your mother will throw a fit. And what about your cats that you love so much? Please think about us when you say “At least I’ll die happy”. We won’t take much comfort in your “happy death” when we have to bury your ass.

Damn straight!!!

My mum can be pitted, but only by me.

Anyone else who pits my mum, however…
:slight_smile:

I would never pit my mother, for I love her dearly and treasure her. However, I’m uncomfortable with a blanket “moms are not to be pitted.” While your mother and mine may be unworthy of such, there may well be moms who deserve pitting.

My father-in-law, for example, would be well justified in pitting his own mother for some of her characteristics.

I don’t care how many times I have to say it, and I’ll keep trying to say it gently, but no, I will not be a go-between for you and Dad. You’ve been separated for a couple of years, I know it wasn’t pretty, but I absolutely will not pass messages on to him. You have his contact information. Use it. Or don’t. But leave me out of it!

I pitty the fool who pits my mama!

Your mom sounds an awful lot like mine. “Here, Overly, eat some more of this. It’s your favorite!”

“Um, mom, I’m kind of full.” (Of course, I don’t mention that she thinks everything she cooks is my favorite - whether or not it’s actually true.)

“I must have cooked it wrong. The whole dish is ruined. If it were better, you’d have some more. Did I cook it wrong?”

“No mom, I’m just not hungry anymore. Now please, cut it out - I’m trying to get rid of a few pounds.”

“Just one more serving. I’ll feel bad if you don’t have more, because I want more and I can’t eat by myself. You’ll make me feel fat.”

“No, I won’t eat anymore. I’m full. You gave me a huge helping, and I wasn’t even able to finish that.”

“Fine. If you don’t like my cooking, why do I do it at all?”

Then she flounces off and pretends she’s going to throw the food out until I come along and go through a goddamn half hour of persuading her to keep it and that the food tastes fine.

There are alternative endings of course, one including me caving in and having another small serving, then, as I put the fork to my mouth, “Oh, Overly, I know you love my food, but calories, calories, calories! If you keep eating like that, you’ll get really huge. You’re already not a small girl.” :rolleyes:

Mom: go get your hearing checked. Right now. Please?

oh.

MOM! MOM! GO GET YOUR HEARING CHECKED. HEARING. NO, HEARING, MOM.

I LOVE YOU! OKAY, BYE.

Mom, have you seen my army boots?

Mom, I really don’t mind talking to you on the phone. In fact, I call you every Saturday morning just like you did for so many years with your mom.

But please, Mom, just once I would like to have a conversation with you without you finding something to try to make me feel guilty about. I’m 50 years old; I think I’m capable of picking up the phone and calling my own sister without you having to remind me. (And, before she passed away, my grandmother, who I received a weekly nag to call whether I’d just hung up the phone with her or not!)

It’s possible to talk to your daughter without nagging her. Really.

Prying your jaws open with a crowbar and shoving the food down your throat, is she? That’s Pit-worthy, all right.

If, however, she’s simply making the food available and you are choosing to eat it, although it’s more than your appetite needs, you’re pitting the wrong person.

:eek:

You’d think I called my mum, ‘I KNOW

Ms Boods, 39 and a PhD earning a post doc. Does it matter? No, to mum am 7 years old…

thanks for the ‘spend this on whatever you want’ cheque, btw, mum…and allowing me to come out to the house once a week to do my washing…oh and cooking brekkers for me if I show up early…

:cool:

I am willing to bet the op has a similar experience to overlyverbose.

You may think it is simple. It isn’t simple at all.

I just got off the phone with my mother.

Right now, I’m having some personal-safety issues that the university is taking seriously enough to have scheduled a meeting with campus security and about four other people. She tells me, “stay away from him. How hard can it be?” Um, that’s not the problem. I don’t have any plans to go anywhere near him. What we’re worried about is if/when he comes looking for me. She couldn’t get her mind wrapped around that.

The irony is, if I were to get hurt, she’d be the first on the phone with a lawyer.

Robin

It’s customary to finish what’s put in front of you. I’m pitting my mum for putting too much in front of me despite constantly bringing up my weight.

All this Time I thought I had a large appetite, while it turns out my meals were too large and I was enjoying them beyond hunger-satisfaction.
Take today. I arrive home from work. My mum instructs me on how to heat up some rice and that the meat is already hot. I make some rice, put on some meat, eat the meal.

On finishing my mum says “That was quick!”

I say “I didn’t have much”

Mum replies “Why?”

A little puzzled by this needless question I say “I wasn’t hungry, and besides, I have less of an apetite these days”

It’s the underlying thing that if there’s food I am assumed to have no hunger threshold.

Having said all that it’s not as if I hate my mum and want her to burn in hell. This is a mild pitting of a minor annoyance.