All Chapters of Daughter Blames Me For Her Obesity: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

My daughter's medical report showed a bunch of abnormal readings: high blood sugar, high blood pressure, high cholesterol.On the way back from the hospital, my daughter crumpled the report into a paper plane and threw it out the window, but I caught it.She rolled her eyes and leaned back, scrolling through her phone."I was born weighing 7 pounds. It's your fault for making me fat when I was in your womb."She took one earbud out and lazily said to the rearview mirror, "Being fat or thin is genetic. It's not something I can control."I had heard this line hundreds of times in the past eight years.Whenever I asked her to eat less or exercise more, she would use that line to silence me.My mother-in-law, sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and patted her hand. "Exactly! My granddaughter has been chubby since birth. It's her mother's fault for feeding her too much in the womb, so she can't help it. Lara, don't listen to your mother."My grip on the steering wheel tight

When my mother-in-law realized that I didn't care anymore, she began to cook even more extravagant meals for my daughter.My husband praised my mother-in-law's cooking. "Mom makes excellent food. Jasmine always makes bland meals because she can't cook properly."Wanting to eat less, I was subtly encouraged by my husband to eat more grilled pork. "You saw your check-up results. You're very healthy. Eating a bit more won't hurt. Besides, in modern society, if your cholesterol level is normal, it's a sign of poverty. People who are well-off usually have some issues with cholesterol and blood pressure."Since my daughter became obese, I had started researching weight loss and nutritious meals. My husband and mother-in-law's high blood pressure gradually improved after years of eating my nutritious meals. However, my husband dismissed all my efforts with a single comment: "You can't cook properly."I set down my plate full of pork. Ignoring my mother-in-law's disapproving gaze, I calmly

I stood at the kitchen door, holding my daughter's camp completion notice, which stated: "Family members are advised to step up psychological counselling and dietary supervision".The paper crinkled in my grip.That night, I returned to my room, folded the paper into thirds, and stuffed it at the bottom of the drawer. I turned off the light and lay down, staring at the ceiling while listening to the cicadas outside. I couldn't sleep a wink that night.Because my daughter had fainted several times at the camp, she was sent to the hospital for another check-up.The doctor held the report with a frown, still repeating the same warnings: high cholesterol and excess blood sugar. He advised strict dietary restrictions, or Lara's condition would develop into diabetes soon, which was irreversible.My daughter sat outside the examination room scrolling through her phone with headphones on. When the doctor spoke, she occasionally responded with a muffled "Mmh."My mother-in-law lowered her

Some people in the chat said her purple lips might be an indication of heart problems, while others noted the dark elbows might be a sign of diabetes and urged her to go to the hospital.She scoffed and turned the camera away. "The internet is full of trolls. Anyone who takes them seriously is an idiot. They're just like my mom who wants to see me fail."From off-screen, my mother-in-law brought a plate of roast pork and placed it in front of Lara. She could be heard saying, "Lara, you must be starving. Eating just one banana a day is not enough. You need to nourish your body first before losing weight. Listen to Grandma and finish this plate."My daughter cheered, grabbed the meat, and started munching, grease dripping from her mouth as she gave a thumbs-up to the camera.A comment floated by: "Her grandmother is insane. She doesn't need to nourish her body. She's over 300 pounds!"Another said: "Who says there's no perfect crime in this world?"Every morning, I exercised in the

My husband and I finalized our divorce.The assets I received were enough to buy a small house back in my hometown. The house had two bedrooms with a living room and a south-facing balcony.On sunny days, I would move a chair out to sit and soak up the sun.My friends added me to a travel group filled with retired folks. We went on group trips every few days.We would wake up at six to hike, return to the hotel exhausted, and crash into bed, only to feel revitalized the next day.I told them that we were busier than the working youth, and my friends laughed heartily.I rarely thought about the past anymore. That house filled with twenty years' worth of blood pressure medication and grievances, the evenings in the kitchen filled with greasy smoke, and the countless nutritious meals I made without anyone tasting them felt like faded photographs I'd rather not revisit.Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, five years had passed.One evening, while I was putting away laundry on