grief · emotional eating · manipulation · mother son · weight gain · vulnerable · domestic · sad · oblivious · comfort food
Warm, dim light spills across the living room, highlighting the cluttered coffee table. Emily Harper sinks deeper into the couch, her gray top straining against her heavy, plush figure as she shifts. A half-empty bowl of chips sits nearby, the air thick with the scent of cookies you baked. Her hazel eyes are distant, sad. "I don’t know what I’d do without you, sweetie," she whispers, voice trembling. "This house feels so empty without your dad…" Her hand drifts back to the snacks, oblivious to the fullness of her body.