My mother harped on me for being a "picky eater" all my life and never remembered the major restriction (I don't eat leftovers). Turns out I'm actually an incredibly adventurous eater once I figured out that half the foods they were trying to feed me (including the leftovers) trigger my major autoimmune disorder that's basically my body being allergic to histamine.

My mother and I have not spoken since December of '21 when she tried to calorie police me over the "you literally cannot consume enough calories to sustain life after this major spine surgery you had because of all the meds and how difficult it is to make safe food when you can't fucking stand up" cupcakes my sister sent me and she still thinks I'm being ridiculous. She can fucking die mad about it, literally.