Wishing, I know I'm not a lo carber, but I saw this and couldn't help but respond. I too have been on the receiving end of the "you're too fat to be attractive to me" issue. This from my now ex-husband many years ago. He really hurt me, too. There were so many other issues with the marriage, though. And I can't help but wonder if that isn't the case with you and your husband as well. However, my ex and I now have a very good friendship relationship. (Pardon me if this is rambling, I have a cold and I'm probably not making a whole lot of sense.) In the time that I've been divorced from him, he has established relationships with two other women. Get this... both of them were my height and !! my weight.
It occurs to me this morning (watch out, she's going into armchair psych mode) that there are men who are "rescuers." (There are women who do this too, but this is about men, right?) I think that the combination of that tendency to need to be needed and the real desire to help but not know how screws up how some men come accross in their relationships with overweight women. Not to mention the insecurity they feel. I honestly don't think that most men who end up saying those things mean it the way it comes out.
It seems to me that these men war inside with the need to love you as you are, fix things so you'll be happy (which in itself is a war of "do I feed her food so she's happy or tell her she needs to stay on a diet to be happy?"), or keep you fluffy so they don't have to worry about you running off with another guy (which they don't seem to realize we could do anyway).
Honestly, women in and of themselves are complex critters. ****, we don't even understand ourselves and why we do things. Pardon the phrase, but fat women are *really* complicated. We do things that just are freaking weird in the realm of behavior. We're self destructive, self hating, and yet struggling to get everyone around us to love us and respect us.
I have to ask myself, is it any wonder these poor guys just give up? They throw up their hands, blurt out the first thing that comes to mind and then realize they've said exactly the thing they shouldn't have.
I had to write an e-mail to my boyfriend the other day, telling him that I really didn't tell him how much I appreciated him often enough. He's no saint, I know that. But he has endured my emotional swings, my weight (hi and low), my struggle against myself, my tears, my battle to understand why I do the things I do.
Maybe sometimes we expect our men to understand us when we don't understand ourselves. We expect them to treat us with kindness and compassion when we won't treat ourselves that way. We want them to love us unconditionally, but we can't do that for ourselves. Is that truly fair?
Ok, sorry.. I think I'm done with this cold medicine induced philosophical ... whatever it is. *cough sneeze*
Sorry for butting in.
