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>be me
>dinner with my mother and stepfather
>I don't do this often because I don't really get along with them
>I finish eating, but there's still food on my plate
>I don't eat after I'm full though
>Cue the trivial comments about the size of my eyes versus my stomach, or that I ordered too much
>anyway, the time to depart has nearly arrived and stepfather asks for a box to-go
>it's clearly for my food, since there's no other food remaining
>I consider briefly cancelling the order to pack up the food since I don't want to take the leftovers home, but I decide to say nothing
>so the plastic carton comes and gets set down
>I do nothing and the conversation grows strained as it is clear they are simply waiting for me to put the food in the box
>so she says: Well, put your food in the box and we'll get going
>that's alright, I don't want to take this stuff home, it won't keep well and there's not much left
>stepfather grabs my plate in a miffed fashion and fills the box himself
>once this is done, we all stand up to go
>the to-go box is still sitting on the table, as I have not picked it up and neither have they
>I start to walk away
>they tell me I'm forgetting my box
>I thought you were taking it, since you packed it up to go
>I packed it up so you could take it home
>I don't want it
>You're wasting food, you can't leave it behind
>I pick up the box and carry it until we pass by a trash can, where I dispose of it
>the ride home is grumpy and silent
why do they keep picking these stupid arguments with me, something like this happens every time, and then we go months and months without speaking
>dinner with my mother and stepfather
>I don't do this often because I don't really get along with them
>I finish eating, but there's still food on my plate
>I don't eat after I'm full though
>Cue the trivial comments about the size of my eyes versus my stomach, or that I ordered too much
>anyway, the time to depart has nearly arrived and stepfather asks for a box to-go
>it's clearly for my food, since there's no other food remaining
>I consider briefly cancelling the order to pack up the food since I don't want to take the leftovers home, but I decide to say nothing
>so the plastic carton comes and gets set down
>I do nothing and the conversation grows strained as it is clear they are simply waiting for me to put the food in the box
>so she says: Well, put your food in the box and we'll get going
>that's alright, I don't want to take this stuff home, it won't keep well and there's not much left
>stepfather grabs my plate in a miffed fashion and fills the box himself
>once this is done, we all stand up to go
>the to-go box is still sitting on the table, as I have not picked it up and neither have they
>I start to walk away
>they tell me I'm forgetting my box
>I thought you were taking it, since you packed it up to go
>I packed it up so you could take it home
>I don't want it
>You're wasting food, you can't leave it behind
>I pick up the box and carry it until we pass by a trash can, where I dispose of it
>the ride home is grumpy and silent
why do they keep picking these stupid arguments with me, something like this happens every time, and then we go months and months without speaking
