Because family sucks sometimes. My parents threw me a birthday cookout and then proceeded to not have any foods that I could eat (My mother didn't realize I control my diabetes with only diet because both my brother and father take medication). And then badgered me about what I was doing about my house until I would tell them. And then guilted me into eating cake and ice cream which gave me a headache.

And then my creepy brother in law tried to call me for my birthday, and when I didn't answer, he called both my kids, hid his number and called my son so he would pick up (though he hung up on him) and then Facebooked my son, too. God, I hate him...