\u201cFiona, can you help with the birthday party?\u201d I asked over the phone from my cozy spot on the couch.<\/p>\n
\u201cSure, Madeleine,\u201d she said. \u201cWhat do you need?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDecorations and food. I\u2019ll send money for supplies and a simple BBQ.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo problem,\u201d she replied. \u201cI\u2019ll take care of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Relieved, I texted her a list and left the house key under the mat.<\/p>\n
Later, my fianc\u00e9 Albert and I went to grab cups and plates. I told him Fiona was handling the rest. But when we returned, I was stunned: instead of a BBQ, the table was covered in veggies, rice cakes, and 0% yogurt. The cake? Half a watermelon with candles.<\/p>\n
\u201cFiona, what happened to the BBQ?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
She replied, \u201cIt wasn\u2019t a good idea considering your size.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was furious. Fiona, obsessed with dieting, had hijacked the menu under the guise of \u201chelping.\u201d I kept calm for the guests\u2019 sake and asked Albert to order burgers and pizza.<\/p>\n
Just as things were settling, Fiona exploded: \u201cSORRY FOR TRYING TO HELP YOU LOSE ALL THIS FAT!\u201d she shouted in front of everyone. \u201cDON\u2019T CRY WHEN YOUR FIANC\u00c9 LEAVES YOU!\u201d<\/p>\n
Shocked and humiliated, I pulled her aside and asked her to stop. Albert helped smooth things over with the guests. I wrote a note for the delivery guy to hand the food to me\u2014not Fiona.<\/p>\n
When the BBQ arrived, I cheerfully served everyone. For Fiona, I stacked a towering plate of veggies. \u201cFiona, here\u2019s a special plate just for you!\u201d I said sweetly. \u201cWouldn\u2019t want you becoming unlovable by eating unhealthy food!\u201d<\/p>\n
Red-faced, she mumbled \u201cThanks\u201d and left quietly.<\/p>\n
The party was a hit. People enjoyed the food, the atmosphere, and the evening turned out great. Fiona? She got a taste of her own medicine.<\/p>\n
What would you<\/em> have done?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"