So I went to my aunts house she tells me my mom told her that I'm having surgery so I was like oh yeah I'm going to I'm just getting everything in order or whatever and telling her stuff and she's like well you know you can't eat this and have to do this and telling me how her coworker got it and stuff, so that automatically makes her an expert. It annoyed me because it's like everyone's expecting me to fail. It makes me so heartbroken more so than mad. Like it's easy to say to myself fuck them don't pay attention to them, but mentally it's really starting to get to me

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Sometimes lady, just like someonr elsr said, you may have to cut them off in order to get better yourself. Sometimes the people that have alot of problems losing weight do really well when they drop those other extra pounds....lol.

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Word arguing? Bayougirl, ive never heard it put this way but its right on the money ....lol

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My family wasn't completely against the surgery at first.And they were not impressed the first couple months but they are certainly believers now that I'm smaller than they ever seen me and no longer unhealthy.

This was a part of my decision making process when I was deciding who to tell.

My wife and I both had the surgery and discussed it openly with her parents before hand. Her 70 year old father cried and her mother was intrigued (she's obese) and also worried, but respected our decision. She didn't support it. Her father still doesn't think we did the right thing.

I told my parents after I had it done (called them the night I got home). I always planned to tell them, but I knew my mom's anxiety would be through the roof and that would make it hard on my dad. I didn't expect their support: mom's a pharmacist and doesn't even support taking Tylenol for a headache. There's drugs/surgeries you NEED, and in her mind this was an elective. She's been better than I expected, and that's because (as she said) "well, it's done. You'll make the most of it now".

I'm not telling my brother. He's on steroids, a gym rat bodybuilder who never struggled with his weight when we were kids, and honestly - I just don't like him. I don't want to deal with listening to any more of his opinions than I have to.

Ditto for brother in law, except he's borderline functioning IQ for an adult. I don't want him going around fabricating stories that everyone (including him) knows are false, and dealing with his wife's sniper-gossip.

The long and short of it is this: we're adults. I'm 32, wifey is 27 and we've been paying our own way since day 1. We rely on each other and ourselves for support, and don't expect or demand it from anyone else.