Singled out by a... hamburger?
This one almost feels like my Mom tried to finally do me in.
It was 4th of July, we were planning to have a BBQ per usual.
We get to the house and my Mom says "your Dad wants to see you out by the grill so you can tell him how to cook your hamburger."
That was odd enough but okay whatever I'll go out there.
My dad is a super kind man and was so excited to show me they had made me a special hamburger out of some ground beef I had given them a while back while they were cooking pre made patties for everyone else.
I thought it was just my Dad being his usual self and thinking I'd really like that over the others. Then he said "it was your mother's idea!" all gleefully.
I ask "what did she put in it?"
He says, just salt.
I take that answer with zero trust, go inside, directly ask her and she says "Ohh just some garlic, onion, Worcestershire sauce..."
Here's the part that's important. Those ingredients, as sad as it is, will make me crazy sick and she knows it.
I'm not talking a stomach ache. I mean skin on fire, muscle pains all over, neurological speech issues for 2-3 days. It suuuuuucks.
She then pops off "oh so now you can't eat it all of the sudden?"
I have been unable to eat those things since I was in my late 20s and started having those issues due to a handful of very weird and rare genetic mutations. (My body doesn't handle plant based sulfur well)
Anyhow, I just sat there eating watermelon while my entire family had burgers because I couldn't even cook another one. She had perfectly planned it so "there would be no wasted food" so there were no more patties.
She also seemingly went out of her way to get garlic pickles, garlic mayo, the only fucking salt she "could find" was garlic salt😂
Like it's okay that others eat those things around me, it's not like a peanut allergy but it all felt insanely intentional. I full on imagine she hid the plain salt under her bed or something...
Anyways, was either going to make me sick so she could be the victim of how I'm always sick (I'm not)at her Bible study or she was going to mumble rage all night because I refused to poison myself.
The part that hurts me the most is my Dad feels like he did something wrong. She is such a master masking communal narc that I genuinely don't think he sees her for who she is.
I was just eating at me today and wanted to type it out, thanks for reading.
Adding: When my Dad passes away I will be going no contact, I just can't do it while he's alive so I genuinely only see her every other weekend/holidays.