I'm sorry, he said WHAT?

  Once again, I apologize for not blogging about this.  I really thought that I had but apparently not.

  Daughter came back from The Ex's after Thanksgiving and she started talking about the holiday.  She said that everyone had come to Ned's house for Thanksgiving, so they had set up extra places for everyone to sit.  Daughter said she had been sitting on a rickety bench that was questionable to being with.  At some point, she went to stand up and the bench broke; Daughter said when the bench broke, she fell down and "hit her boob on the counter."  So not only was she embarrassed that she fell, but her chest hurt also.  Daughter told us that Ned thought this was the perfect opportunity to make "joke" that went something like, "Way to go and break the bench, fatass."

  ........Daughter is not fat.  Daughter is not chubby.  Daughter is not big-boned.  Daughter doesn't carry around a few extra pounds.  Daughter is a completely healthy weight for her height, and she's very active in sports.  And even if Daughter was overweight, who in their right mind calls a teenage girl "fatass" to her face??

    Daughter said she replied, "It's not my fault we've got shitty furniture in this house."  I asked Daughter what The Ex said when Ned made this comment; she said that The Ex said, "[Ned]!" (As in, "I can't believe you said that!")  And that was it.  Ned didn't apologize, The Ex didn't say or do anything else.

  After Daughter told me this, I looked at her and said, "Next time you go back [to Tiny City], tell [Ned] that he'd better not open his mouth against my daughter again or I'm gonna drive up there and knock his f*cking teeth down his throat." (You might think that I overreacted.  I've heard Daughter complain that she thinks she's fat; every teenage girl always thinks she's "huge."  Ned is a colossal asshole for saying anything like this.)

  So Ned should have learned this is not okay...right?

  Nope.  A month or so ago, Daughter came back after the weekend and said Ned made a joke about her weight again.  I asked what the hell his problem was.  Daughter said she was laying on the living room floor and asked her younger brother to help her get up.  She said, "Obviously, he's smaller than I am; I wasn't actually expecting him to lift me off the ground.  I was picking myself up, I just asked him to 'help' me to goof around with him."  The Ex's son was helping Daughter up and making sounds like he was trying really hard.  After she got up, Ned said, "I don't blame you, [The Ex's son].  I wouldn't want to pick up that much weight, either."

  I asked Daughter if she talked to The Ex about this because it's not just one incident anymore.  She said yes, she told The Ex who replied that Ned was "just joking."

  I was honestly thinking of having Husband email The Ex to tell her that Daughter has come home and said Ned is making jokes about her weight, it's hurting her feelings, and The Ex needs to tell Ned to knock it off.  But of course, that would've been ignored just like everything else Husband says to her.

  Now mind you, Daughter has said that The Ex wants to put her younger daughter on a diet because she is chunky.  And never mind that The Ex, her sisters, her brother, and her parents are all vastly overweight.  Ned tells Daughter, who plays volleyball and basketball, that she's "fat."

  They are the worst couple in the history of ever and they don't deserve to have children.