The first thing they're going to notice, and pick at, is the weight I've gained. Last time I saw them for any length of time, I was about 50 pounds lighter, and they're the type of people who will be thrilled by the fact that I'm not at fighting weight, so to speak (even though no matter how much I weigh, BFKAS and my sister outweigh me by at least 50 more pounds at any given time. Oh yeah, and my sister is 5' even. That's why the one guy calls her "Butterball"). But worse than that is that they'll do the best they can to make me not feel like family. (To get caught up on the history, see the short version.) I mean, these are people who think nothing of doing what they want, but then ask them to take responsibility for their actions, and oh NO! Nothing is EVER their fault. EVER. Is that abundantly clear? So basically, they went and interupted MY life, but now that they've decided they can't handle my presence, begone with me. So why go then, if it's going to be such a headache? To stick it up their ass, of course.
Oh, whatEVER.