I have absolutely zero sympathy for this fat fuck. You can buy a basic pill organizer for the week on Amazon for less than 5$. Be an adult. Learn some responsibilities.
She has nothing to do all fucking day but figure out how to keep her shit organized, and be just a little bit less of a sucking drain on everybody around her.
She also has nothing to do all day but learn how she can fix her eating habits to lose weight—however slowly—to start regaining some mobility, and be less of a financial burden. She also needs to figure out an inexpensive hobby she can use to fill her time instead of eating. (Though, frankly, her ex needs to take control of what food is brought into the house, and is available to her.)
She's dumb, but she could do these things, if she wanted to. However, she doesn't, as regaining health and mobility means having to assume more responsibility, and Evie doesn't want that.
It's almost like living with your ex is a terrible idea.
It's almost like living with a deathfat is a terrible idea.
I want to tell her ex, and every other dude with a taste for bigguns, "Bro, if you've got that fetish, make sure she has her own damned apartment and a source of income. Like a vampire, do not invite her into your home, as she will just end up draining the life out of you, and your finances, and your relationships with family, especially once her health collapses and you can't get rid of her.
"Also, just don't fuck retards."