u/Daydreamingforeverr

Me and my friend, lets call him S, were just talking when he suddenly called me fat.

For context, I am not fat nor obese. Yes, I am a bit chubby but not an unhealthy weight or anything like that.

Anyways, we were talking about the military and that there's no way we would ever be able to join because reasons (both of us have bad eye sight, and some other stuff). Then he just said that a reason I would never be able to join is because I am fat. Fat.

That really hurt. I didn't know how to react so I just said that isn't true and that his words hurt. He apolegized but it didn't really sound sincere.

One of my other friends overheard it, told the rest of the friend group, and they were all upset with S. Looking back at it, that friend really shouldn't have told the rest of the friend group, the problem was between me and S and I would have told them about it if I felt like it.

My friends did comfort me, which was kinda nice.

Since he called me fat I have distanced myself a bit from S. I have known him for a long time but sometimes he just says some strange thing and I suppose the comment he made of my body was what really just made me not wanna talk to him anymore.

I am already insecure about my body and that comment just made it worse. This situation is just really annoying.

Thanks for reading, I hope you have a good day/night.

I have a childhood friend, lets call her J. Our families are quite close since our parents have been friends for quite some time now.

Earlier today my dad told me some unfortunate news, J's dad is in the hospital. He had a bad stroke and the doctor said that things aren't looking good. The chance of survival is low, it's most likely that he will die or end up braindead or something. Tomorrow is the day the doctor will do some tests to see if he lives or not.

I am in shock and quite scared, I am not used to these situations at all. The only death I have experienced was when my grandpa passed away last year, but I wasn't really close to him. When it comes to J's dad.. well, he was part of my childhood and I have fond memories of him. So I do care about him. I really don't want him to pass away.

I also feel really bad/sorry for J, her mom, and her little brother who's only twelve.

I really don't know what to do and how to support J in a good way. I just hope that J's dad survives. And if he does not survive, then I don't know how to feel, how does one really handle death?

Thanks for reading, just needed to vent. I hope whoever is reading this has a wonderful day or night.