“No, it’s okay, I’m really not hungry.”
“Bullshit,” he fired back. “You need to eat. I’d bet a million bucks that you haven’t had a bite today. Am I right?”
I paused. “Well, you wouldn’t lose your money,” I finally admitted.
“That’s what I thought. I’m not going to stand for any of the bullshit excuses you might have as to why. I don’t care if you think you’re going to get fat, or you think you’ll embarrass yourself in front of me eating, or whatever. Doesn’t matter. You’re a human, you need food, so you eat.”
“I, uh—”
“No,” he said, waving his fork in the air as he cut me off. “I don’t give a damn if you think this marriage is legit or not. You’re in my house. You eat. Now, go on,” he instructed, gesturing towards the food. “Dig in. I’m a big son of a b***h, but I’m still not gonna b
