My partner is aware that I cut and drink poppy milk and take other ppl’s meds and eat “bad” things (rancid meat, small objects, live bugs, little chunks of my thighs, etc). And when they find out they always shrug it off and either act like it’s normal or pointedly ignore it. They let me take care of them and fuss over their health and they’ll grumble about it sure but they never point out the blatant hypocrisy. They talk about my eating habits to their internet friends like it’s a funny party trick and sometimes I’m fine with that because at least they’re not stopping me but sometimes it makes me feel like I’m some living shock site for them.
And then I get home from work and I’m doing the chores and I hear them freaking out over their friend smoking cigarettes. Trying to convince their friend to try to quit, saying it’s unhealthy, all “I care about your health because I care about you” and shit.
And it shouldn’t bother me because I don’t want them to stop me I don’t want them to waste time worrying about me. But they say “I love you” when I tell them goodnight and I can’t help but to think of this.