Good Lord, I had no idea my family (or rather, certain members of it) could be this annoying.

So G and I went to see my family last week. My nanny was... well, slightly awful. She commented to me that G was "clingy" and we should get a room (...not really. We have been known to send people into sugar shock, but we don't make out in public or anything. I think what bothered her was mostly that we're both gay and more affectionate than my family is used to.), and then she started going on about how if we're doing all this vegetarian stuff, we should cut back on sugar, too, because sugar is Bad For You!!1!one! (um, one, we're not vegan for our health, and two, how about you knock off the body policing, mmkay?), and then she spent an entire day slut-shaming me for wearing a dress she deemed too short. Now apparently she's deleted my brother's beloved Neil Patrick Harris-on-a-unicorn desktop wallpaper because if anyone sees it, they might assume he was gay, and she's doing her level best to force me to minimize the time I spend with G.

Ugh. I'm so tired of being an apologist for her when she so clearly thinks I'm a horrible person most of the time.