be me. Not a svelte little thing anymore. Am old enough to be going through peri-menopause at time of this story. Fighting family trend of massive obesity; mom is 5'2" about 250, I was 5'4", about 190.

don't be sister. 5'6", but about 150 pounds more than me.

sis texts me that "u don't carry it well" - meaning me. You kidding me? Seriously?

whatever

At one point, she actually said, "I'm marrrying a rich man and you're not doing well; we'd like you to come live with us and cook and clean"

mfw I have no face

fuck no

bitch, suck my tailpipe.

moved to Texas.

Years later:

mom calls me, very upset. Dad dying. Can I come?

get on plane

Wait for it.

spend weeks handling all this, including dad asking me to take him off life support. I did. Also mother had stroke. Lot of shit going on. Where was sister? BUSY. SHE IS A VERY BUSY AND IMPORTANT ACCOUNTANT. She might drive the few miles, IF she can. Maybe.

took him weeks to die

mom recovering from stroke

AND HERE COMES HAMPLANET SISTER.

Bitch is easily twice my size. And I am not tiny. Was 5'4" and 180 by the time I left. I lost weight out of sheer stress, no joke.

She can't be fucking bothered to come take care of our mom, 15 minute drive; but I fly in and suddenly it's "let's go visit mom" day

pissed off. Back from hospital putting dad to sleep (taking him off life support). Killed my dad. Not in good mood.

had made bunch of healthy stuff for me and mom, next few days will be awful, don't wanna cook

went outside to sit in rain and feel sorry for self

sister comes out and explains to me that she's always hated me, because I'm not like her

everyone should be all about getting money

also, everyone knows I'm a worthless piece of shit drunk

? o rly and yet who's here handling all this

sis huffs and bails back in

I sit and listen to rain and feel it on me. Still alive.

about an hour goes by

come back in. Almost everything gone, dishes and platters fucking everywhere

sister has eaten everything. Three week's worth of food. THREE WEEKS OF FOOD. What the actual fuck.

picked up some random platter, wandered into living room, mom cut off sound, I held up platter and just gave sis and her fiance the hairiest eyeball ever and started hissing. Not yelling. Hissing.

Fatball sister bails in a huff, spewing shit about "well I make more money!"

..o rly? How bout flipping some cash my way to make up for all the food you just ate? Which I paid for? Or cleaning up your mess? No? Well, go fuck yourself then.

dad dies

sister too busy making money

only me and mom care

My dad's last words? I hadn't seen him in ten years; he looked up at me, sighed, and said "you were always the good one".

before I fly back home, spend a few days cooking a bunch of stuff for mom, completely packing her freezer with healthy stuff that she's just got to heat up. mom not being into cooking, will eat garbage otherwise. Told her that if sis comes over and eats it all, I'm flying back and will pound sis into a greasy smear on the floor. Being ex-military and all whereas sis is not. Mom listened, sis never got a crumb of any of it.

And my sister NEVER visited Dad while he was still able to talk. Prob too busy eating and making money.

Fuck her. There's more, of course. Like how she was gonna kill my mom's dogs. I'll tell you that one soon.

My sister is a grade-A superlative asshole. She hides it well; but she's greedy, mean, bitchy, and will stab you in the back in a heartbeat. Who on earth would ever come tell their sister she's a drunk loser after that sister just came home to take care of their half-dead mother, and honored their father's living will? Somehow she saw fit to explain to me what a waste of oxygen loser I am, right after I pulled Dad's plug, and while Mom was still too sick to go to the bathroom by herself. Didn't see Sis around for any of that. She sure let me know what a loser I am a week later though.

She is cunning enough to know when she can steal all your food, and she will do it. She is too lazy to learn to cook; but will eat or steal anything and everything homecooked. You have NO idea how much this pisses me off. My mom is not a good cook; left to her own devices, will eat garbage, so I cooked enough to fill her freezer, stuf like marinated chicken that I'd grilled and bagged, stuffed the freezer, and then more to fill her fridge. And sister emptied both, and left the plates and platters all over the damn house. Because I'm a loser drunk, you see, so it's my job to clean up after her hamplanet self. I wasn't in the mood for this. Shit went south in a hurry. My poor mom. I told her to go upstairs to her room, get out of the blast zone; and she went.

I'll give Sis credit, though, for never pulling the beetus or thighroid card. No. She's just "big-boned". Seriously, THAT is what she says. Her bones, if you circle both of our wrists, are smaller than mine. And my wrist is half the size of hers, but my bones are noticeably bigger.

I do not weigh 300 pounds. I've altered my diet and have lost 30 pounds in the last year. I know that's not much, but hell, better than nothing. Her? She got fatter.

Apologies for any typos. I'm drunk. Will post more soon.

I am so pissed off at her. To this day, she's still trying to make me the bad guy.

EDIT: the dog story is not a FPS story, , so I'm posting a short version here. There was nothing fatlogic about it, just megabitch. I have noticed that a lot of FPS stories have several common denominators, and one is complete selfishness. Which this one is. So here's the "killing dogs" anecdote.

"mom came to visit me, stayed with us a month, parked her very much loved purebred dogs with sis. Sis had a conniption over some nonsensical bullshit and threatened to kill my mother's dogs. Mom went completely bugfuck hysterical, thought she was gonna have another stroke, she was all "I gotta get on a plane now! My dogs!". Somehow my son calmed everyone down, took him hours though. I don't get why the fuck you'd completely freak out a woman who nearly died of a stroke 6 months ago like that, I really don't. I was ready to get on a plane myself and go beat the snot out of Sis."

Not much fatlogic, amirite.

I seriously cannot remember ever being this pissed off in my life. Son had to calm me down too. I was online booking a flight for myself so I could go beat the fuck out of this chick.

Same chick who insulted me by offering to make me her in-house cook and maid, btw.

Must piss her off that I did fairly well once I got out of state, and she's overextended. Suck my dick.

there have been multiple edits on this post, trying to clear up questions. Didn't change anything, just added.