The past few times we have seen J's family, they have made several comments saying that he is fat. That is completely rude and messed up to say to anyone, especially your children/grandchildren/family. Even if he was fat (which he isn't at all), that is not something you say to someone. I don't know what else I can do except continue to reassure him that he is NOT fat and is sexy, handsome, and perfect the way he is. Honestly, I don't know if he is as hurt as I am over it, but I really might have to say something next time.
Lately, I feel like I am wasting time. This town does not feel like home. I do not like my job, and do not see any potential for the long-term. J promised we would not end up here permanently, but I am starting to really need a time frame. 1 year? 2? 5? I am having anxiety attacks over it. I am working in a job not related to my field until we can move somewhere with more opportunity. I have several possibilities in mind. I just feel like this, right now, is the time for us to be experimenting, traveling around, finding the place we belong, and we are wasting it, and soon we will be stuck here. I will be 26 soon and it is all really starting to hit me.
There is also the fact that his entire family is minutes away. They are nice for the most part (besides the issue above and the passive-aggressive/coddling tendencies), but I can only go to so many dinners/birthdays/events. I have seen how his parents are around his brothers baby, and I cannot fathom being anywhere near here with kids. His mother still coddles him. She calls him to remind him to call people on their birthdays. He is 24 years old. I think he knows when his brother's birthday is and no longer needs a reminder.
On a happy note, my friend L is getting so much better. I sent her flowers that delivered today. Hopefully, once she is fully recovered, we can take a vacation together.
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