chapter 1

FORCED FEEDING : MI MOTHER IN LAW

I've been dating my girlfriend for six months t was a crush at first sight, we fell in love with each other in record time. Although we are both very different and we each have our own tastes, we are always laughing and we love each other very much. Our differences are even physically, she is a plump and big woman, she loves to eat; I am thin and eating is not something that gives me much pleasure, it is more need. It is an insignificant difference since we are very attracted to each other. I have never cared that this plump or she that I'm thin. We are happy as we are, but not everything was going to be happiness, in every relationship there is always a but, in this case, but it was my future mother-in-law, my great discord.


One of the things I hate the most, is going to the house of my girlfriend's mother, that is, my future mother-in-law. From the day my girlfriend introduced me to her mother, a hatred - mutual antipathy relationship arose, we did not get along at all, we are always arguing about something insignificant. My mother-in-law, Carmen, that's her name, considers me a very little man for her daughter, tried by all means not to get ahead with our relationship, I think all kinds of tricks but she could not separate us. He's always messing with my mother-in-law, he says I'm too weak for his daughter, that she needs a big strong man and not a weakling like me. Do not waste the least opportunity to mess with me, mock or recriminate me the little man I am. My girlfriend and her mother are big and strong and love eating a lot, my mother-in-law much more than my girlfriend. My mother-in-law is a voluptuous woman, about 57 years old, about 100 kilos or more and a terrible character

My girlfriend really misses her mother and we go to eat every week at my mother-in-law's house, much to my regret, but as long as I'm happy I do anything. Every week he argued with my mother-in-law, always the main topic of discussion is food. Sometimes my mother-in-law begins to reproach me that I eat very little, at other times I am a very spoiled and capricious young man. The truth that something is right, the food I like is tasting and small plates in small dossis and my mother in law's house is the opposite, large plates and very greasy and coarse foods.

The last discrusion with my mother-in-law was the biggest one of all. The conversation got out of hand. It all started because he prepared a dish that I did not like at all, a kind of stew full of food of all kinds, potatoes, meat, beans ... endless food mixed in the pot. Nothing else uncover the pot I refuse to eat that food, full of fat and endless pieces of all kinds of food. My mother-in-law was angry with me more than usual, she began to reproach me for how spoiled and puny she was. That day I also lost my nerves and I began to answer it openly and in an offensive way:

- This food is rubbish and I'm not going to eat it, it's crap! - I reproached my mother-in-law.

- Give thanks that you are not my husband or my son because I would make you swallow whole I assure you - I reproach myself harshly.

Before his last sentence I began to laugh ironically, insinuated that he would force me to eat his greasy food. I answered quickly angry:

- Nothing and nobody would force me to eat what I do not want or like, let alone you -. I answered angrily.

My mother-in-law started throwing rays through her eyes and it seemed that smoke was coming out of her head due to the anger she had with me over my answers. He had disparaged his food and had exposed his power over me.

- I'll bet you how much I want to make you swallow all the food - I challenge myself to a strange bet my mother-in-law.

- You could not force me in any way, I'm not a child -. I answered it again.


- We will make a bet: I will prepare the food that I like, I assure you that I will get you to eat the whole dish - I affirm very safe repelling me to such an absurd bet.

- Done deal - . Accept immediately. It was an absurd bet where I had all the win, there was no way to make me eat what I did not like.

Finally we bet that if she got me to eat a whole plate of what she wanted, whatever it was, she would win and therefore from that moment I would eat everything my mother in law wanted and ordered me. If on the other hand I could not get her to eat what she wanted, she would lose and would have to put on a diet, the light food that I wanted. An absurd bet where I was completely sure that I would win, I had no way of forcing myself to eat what she wanted.


A week later my mother-in-law telephoned me and reminded me of the bet. He summoned me at his home to carry out the famous bet and to get out of doubt who would win. That day without fail I presented myself alone in his house, I did not want my girlfriend to witness such nonsense, much less see how she left in evidence her mother winning the bet. I was completely sure that I would win the bet, whatever it was I was going to cook, I would not taste a bite. Maybe try to surprise me with something succulent and delicious but I would refuse to eat it anyway to win the bet, and if it was one of the greasy foods that I usually had, I would not have to struggle, I would gladly win the bet. It was a bet that my mother-in-law had completely lost from the first moment, I had no way to force myself to eat her food. I would not taste a bite and my mother-in-law would have no choice but to admit her defeat and fulfill her part of the bet, that is to say on a diet.


I sat at the kitchen table waiting for my mother-in-law to serve me the famous food. He appeared with a large saucepan with the lid on and closed, the plant in front of the table before my eyes. I was intrigued to know what it was about. Finally he uncovered the pot and looked at it perplexed with a meal that looked horrible, it was a crushed brown mass, a kind of puree or crushed food scraps. The food looked horrible. It was the stew that unleashed our great discourse but this time passed through the crusher to shatter it and turn it into an oily and sticky mass.

Now he was much more sure that he would win the bet, he did not intend to taste his food, or even smell it. I covered the pan again with the lid and smiled at my victorious mother-in-law.

- This is disgusting, I do not intend to try a bite, you can admit your defeat - I said laughing and enjoying my victory.