The Real Me

Strawberry Stains and PMS Dads

"Well, I don't know when the hell I got home last night! Does it matter!?"
Great. My Dad was out drinking the night before, and now at 7:00 in the mourning they decide to interrupt my well needed rest by their bickering.
I rolled over and pulled the blanket over my head trying to muffle the noise. Sadly it did nothing of the source.

All of a sudden my door swung open without a warning.
"Aubrey?" It was my mother.
"What?!" I groaned and sat up. As my vision focused I saw my father standing behind my mother. Shit. If I EVER raised my voice in front of him, I always got the shit beat outta me.

"What the fuck Aubrey!? You don't need to be such a fucking little bitch all the time!!! You're such a fucking ass!" He yelled and walked away from the room.
(A/N I know you're probably thinking that part was unrealistic but this actually happened😁)

I rolled my eyes and just lay back in bed rolling over.
"We're going out for breakfast. Be ready in 2 minutes."
Great. Two minutes. This family doesn't even give me the light of day.
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We headed into the local diner seeing if we could even find a place to sit. Everyone goes to Sportsman's Cafe for breakfast. It's the only restaurant in our small, old fashioned town.

We found a small 4 spot table in the way back, and all sat down around it.
"Hey you guys! It's been a long time since I've seen you all!" Said the waitress.

Back when David and I were kids, his closest friend was some kid named Brady. Brady, David and I basically grew up together considering Brady was either over at our house, or we were at his. Since David and I were always together I tagged along with him and Brady. I'm pretty sure he hated me, considering he was always picking on me and saying how annoying I was, but it's been years, and I mean YEARS.

The waitress happened to be his mother.

"Anyways, what can I get for you all?"
"Omelet and Tomato Juice."
"Strawberry pancake and orange juice."
"Omelet and Dr. Pepper."
Of course, I was last.
"Strawberry pancake, and water. No whipped cream." I said smiling at her.

The food was HUGE here, so just one pancake was enough to fill me up for a day.
Once you could see the pancakes coming towards our table, I grimaced when I saw she put whipped cream on it anyways.
"See that Aubrey? That's a normal breakfast for David, but that's probably more than you've eaten all month!" My dad said laughing as my whole family joined in. They have noticed that in the past year I've been cutting down on food ALOT.

Actually, now that I look back on what I used to eat it was always really fattening and in large quantities. Why do I eat healthy and less now? It's called low self-esteem, darling.

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I ended up not eating half of the pancake anyways. Which was expected.
Once I got home I quick weighed myself and watched a couple episodes of Bobs Burgers in my room before going to weigh myself again. (Yes I do weigh myself this much)

The scale wasn't where is usually is. I just thought my Mom must've put it in the closet, because she does that sometimes. Even though that scale has been sitting in the same spot for the past 3 months.
"No no no no..." I cried when I saw it wasn't in the closet either. I ran around the whole bathroom, looking for the small metal object that my whole life had melted around. Tears started streaming down my face in fear.

They've hidden it. They knew what I've been doing at they hid it!
"Those cheap bastards!" I cried sliding down the wall, and curling up in my own ball of protection. To some this may be over-reacting, but to others who were as obsessed as I was, this was normal.

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Once I finally stopped crying, I dried my eyes with my sleeve and started to walk into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
YOUVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!
All over my WHITE 300$ cheer jacket was a STRAWBERRY STAIN.

Today is the day I die.