B I got a Slav Squat problem

>be me
>be American
>be also Polish
>be patriotic of both nations
>be in military family, so I never really had a good idea of a home many think of
>find out we got orders to Poland
FUCK YES
>found channel called Life is Boris two years before this
>re-watch a bunch of his slav vids
will become propper slav
>go to Poland
Dog dies
>enter sadness and don’t care anymore, just try to keep parents/grandparents stable
>Whole family depressed
>Christmas Eve
>huge dinner
>memelord cousins coming over
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>hear thud upstairs
>daduq
>screaming
>a father had a heart attack
>more sad
>on fucking edge next few months
>5 months pass
>try to Slav squat
>knees hurt like a bitch from the pressure
>check weight
20 pounds gained, borderline 200 lbs
>I can’t even be a propper Slav
>mfw I am stuck forever murifag
>every time I stop eating family keeps guilting me into eating

Fuck me B, fuck me
There is nothing sadder than a Slav that can’t squat.
It’s like a bird without wings, that shit just don’t fly right.