Somewhere on here is a post I made in answer to someone's post about being in an abusive relationship. I'd stated that I left him for the joys of a battered women's shelter. He couldn't stand that I had a "gut" when I was pg. Folks, I went from 108 to 110 in the first 6 months. By 7 months I weighed 117 lbs. When I delivered my baby, I wore a regular size 10 dress into the hospital. They didn't believe me when I told them I was in labor. I delivered a 4 lb 5 oz girl. I weighed 120 lbs at delivery and left the hospital weighing less than 115 lbs. How big a "gut" could I have had?
He was constantly nagging me about my weight. When I left him, I weighed 115 lbs.
He gave her up for adoption to my second husband. Since he no longer had parental rights, she didn't see him. Well, after she got married, she looked him up. I recently saw a picture of him. HE IS ROTUND!
Normally I don't laugh at obesity. I have that problem myself. I've read your stories. We all have our own story. However, I just can't help smiling and giggling right now.
I'm not a vendictive person but I just can't help it right now.
flame away