Last fat chance

​ We’ve had a fraught relationship over the years, my father-in-law and I. Many of his crappiest remarks have stayed with me. Like the time he made the observation about my big backside while I was bent over, painting his pantry. Or when he made that hil-arious "What’s this muck?" joke when he was sat down at my table to a carbonara meal. Or his criticism of my 'strange' son who was reading. Or the quip about me being pregnant after I'd put on a few kilos. Or the ‘Big Deb’ nickname that allowed him to distinguish me from someone else of the same name. Or, after getting upset about it, him telling everyone that I couldn't take a joke. But then he was diagnosed with cancer. Parkinson's Disease

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