I (16 F) got diagnosed with celiac disease 2 months ago. (a disease where your bodys immune system reacts to gluten negatively. the only ‘cure’ is going completely gluten free. gluten=wheat so basically i cannot eat anything with flour. that means no bread, no sweets, no crackers etc!) getting this diagnosis was extremely hard for me because i’ve always been a foodie i love food and it used to be a safe place for me but now it feels like something i loved so much has been taken from me..

flash forward to event.. my 16th birthday was wednesday and i had reservations at a nice restaurant i had researched to be very accommodating to food allergies (my celiac). i had booked this reservations WEEKS in advance and i was SO EXCITED. the place was about 40 minutes from where i live so not bad but a little bit of a drive. all day of my birthday i waited and waited for this restaurant and i was over the moon excited about it. i mean i had my whole family coming mom, dad, stepdad, stepmom, siblings, uncle, and bf. well turns out there was supposedly a bad storm coming at 9pm. my mom got super anxious and decided to cancel our dinner plans. i was DISTRAUGHT. i was literally in shambles because i didn’t see why we couldn’t go because the reservation was at 5 pm so we’d be home well before 9.

Even though i was extremely upset, sobbing, my mom kept trying to talk to me but i wanted to be left alone. nothing else in our town sounded good because i wanted to eat someone that would be accommodating and delish for me not just eating flavorless grilled chicken like i do at most restaurant. my dad called me and eventually calmed me down and i came around to the idea of texas roadhouse

i’ve always loved texas roadhouse but haven’t been since my diagnosis. i was afraid of going because ofc i loved the rolls and it feels like texas roadhouse takes forever to get your food (i live in busy college town) and watching everyone eat them while im starving i think would destroy me. i already felt like my birthday had been ruined but i still wanted a dinner. it was also later at this point (6:30 ish) so i was pretty hungry. the only way would be able to go there is if my family didn’t eat the rolls.

i know this sounds extremely inconsiderate but just wanted to add a side note, i would NEVER do this in normal circumstances. any normal case i would’ve been fine watching everyone eat the rolls but with my dinner being cancelled i was pretty upset and already starving. I knew if i went there and watched everyone eat the rolls before dinner it would have furthered my mental breakdown. so i told my dad this and he was fine with it and decided to get to-go rolls (one again totally fine with me) but when i told my mom and step dad they both FREAKED OUT. especially my step dad he said i was being controlling and trying to punish my family because it unhappy with my diagnosis. he was so mad he couldn’t eat rolls he decided to actually not come and forced my mom not to as well. long story short i gave in and they decided to come but sit at a separate table so he could eat his rolls 😒

so am i the asshole for not letting them eat these delish rolls or do i need to grow up and learn to be less controlling ..?