It's kind of pathetic how Chantel, who is almost 40 years old, still obsesses about high school. It's so weird because it's not like she had this great high school experience or was prom queen but she still talks about it all the time. That's how you know her life is shit when she dreams about going back in time to when her life was still shit. Even if by some magic Chantel was able to reverse time and do her life over, she would still make the same mistakes and eat herself to 500 pounds all over again. Chantel has proven she is unable to learn from mistakes.
It's sad that she always talks about her french lover who was some creepy adult who preyed on a high school kid. Normally when people grow up they can look back at that person and realize how creepy it was. Not Chantel. She looks back at it like it was the one that got away. She says "but I was mature for my age." Obviously she wasn't because she is the most immature person on the internet and if she had any ounce of maturity she would recognize that guy was a predator.
I hope Peetz finds a girlfriend one day. Not because I want Peetz to be happy or anything but because of how Chantel would react if the one person she thinks is beneath her finally leaves her completely alone.
She did seem a bit spooked when the question came up of how long they would live together and Peetz’ former answer of “as long as Chantal wants to,” suddenly became “haha til we die...or well, until one of us gets in a relationship.”
Chantal immediately followed up with, “yeah, til we die! Hahaha!”
And Peetz added on again, “
or until one of us gets in a relationship. But neither of us is looking.”
Chantal became all darty-eyed at that, went silent and then stuttered out along the lines, “yeah, uh...
I’m not even looking, oh look what the cat is doing!!” And changed the subject.
It was like as soon as Peetz said, “either of
us gets in a relationship,” Chantal got darty and anxious because in her mind, Peetz is supposed to be her roommate until SHE gets in a relationship. She followed up his statement with some halfhearted thing about how SHE isn’t looking, not
THEY aren’t looking. As if the only thing that would change their living arrangement is if
Chantal dates again. It didn’t occur to her that Peetz may someday date someone and abandon Chantal and the Luxury Villa, leaving her to struggle with her own socks and do all the non-chores that barely get done anyway.
The thought seemed to disturb her and she immediately sought to soothe herself that it was an impossibility, that
she was the one in control of the situation and the final say on whether it will change...then quickly turned the subject to her stupid cat doing nothing.
Some people interpreted it as Chantal not wanting to admit that she’s binged herself out of the dating pool, but I saw it more as Chantal temporarily confronting the horrifying idea that lowly inferior Peetz would ditch her. She would ditch
him in a second if she had a boyfriend lined up, but Chantal thinks of Peetz as beneath her and obligated to be her roommate until
she decides to leave.
The idea that he might leave
her was clearly an upsetting one, and not just because it would be a massive blow to her ego to lose another “man,” even creepy Peetz. I think Chantal is terrified of being left alone...if not for emotional reasons, then for practical ones. She can’t even put her own socks on or fetch food off a low step when it’s delivered. She needs Peetz as her live-in servant. What if she fell down and couldn’t get up to reach her phone? If she rolled down the stairs and broke an ankle, and her phone was upstairs? Would she even have the strength to crawl up there? Or would she be forced to lie there on the floor until she died, maybe scream for help from neighbours and hope they hear?
Fuck it, what if she threw her bloated carcass down onto her kitchen desk chair as she usually does and it finally gave way, collapsing backwards? At her weight she could be massively injured just from the force of the fall, and no one to pick her back up or call an ambulance. If Peetz left, she’d have to hurple back to mum’s house just to have an able-bodied adult around to help her.
If I were Chantal, I’d be terrified of Peetz leaving as well. She’ll likely do everything she could to sabotage any potential relationship of his, out of sheer self-preservation.
