I don’t feel sorry for her at all. Her life is so easy compared to most people’s. On any given day I’m sure most of us dealing with some variation of;
Working stressful jobs/ long shifts/ long commute/ working two jobs/ making ends meet/ kids to drop off/ kids to pick up/ kids clubs/ grandparents/ mother in law being a witch/ laundry mounting up/ husband away for work/ husband working long hours/ husband taking up a hobby that has him out of the house/ caring for someone/ their own mental health/ the food shopping/ the dog walk/ weight loss/ staying active/ going the gym/ friends mental health/ friends struggling with childcare/ siblings relationship problems/ global warming/ covid/ I could literally carry on all day.
Point being, Emma has very few of those tasks/ responsibilities, she had no friends or family other than her Dad and Tony. Those two people are literally the only people in her life and she treats them both like absolute tit. She doesn’t have any hobbies beyond spending money on clothes that don’t fit and hoarding small animals. She’s content to be fat (fine if that’s what makes you happy but spending 10k on weight loss surgery indicates that you’re not happy). She’s got nothing, her life is so empty but she still can’t find half an hour a day to go to the gym. She’s the epitome of pathetic.