I love my parents to death, but they really dont know me so they make up for it by helping me with imaginary problems. Last year, I was accused of being an alcoholic (Im a binge drinker, but do NOT drink more than twice a week, if that. I just get really ****ed when I do drink), and the other day my father accused me of being annorexic.
What the ****? Just because I ordered a fruit salad and didnt want to eat the banana because its just foul? I am the last person to have an eating disorder. I eat all the time, and spend the majority of my money on food. I just buy it fresh and Im a veggo, so everything is lean and unprocessed.
Do your parents do this? Its ****ing frustrating.