My dad ignores my boundaries

When I asked him not to comment on my weight, he laughed. Then he did it again the next week like it was nothing.

Growing up, my dad always made comments about my body, my choices, my friends. I thought when I became an adult he’d stop. He didn’t. It just got subtler. “I’m just trying to help” or “It’s just a joke.”

I finally told him, firmly, to stop. He rolled his eyes. Next family dinner, he made the same joke again in front of everyone. That was it for me. I left early and didn’t go back for a while.

Since then, I’ve started seeing him on my terms. Short visits. No tolerance for “just joking.” He still doesn’t get it—but I’ve stopped trying to make him. You can’t force someone to respect your boundaries. But you can enforce them yourself.