Heh, you have no idea.
I probably gained 20 or so pounds while happily dating my ex, as he was my first relationship and made it clear my weight didn't matter. I was already around 250 pounds at the time, and he wasn't far from that himself, I'm sure. I was high on feeling attractive for the very first time, on feeling wanted, and we enjoyed going out to eat a lot together. And when he got an out-of-state job offer, I decided to move in with him.
Big mistake.
He didn't like my cooking and insisted on ordering in, fast food, or carry-out. We fought constantly, especially about money and what we'd eat. It wasn't enough for him to eat anything he wanted on a whim, he expected me to support him by eating it along with him. I eventually stopped fighting and would just cave since it was easier. And before I knew it, I was 360 pounds.
He was angry when I decided I'd had enough and started prepping my own healthy meals. I began to drop some weight, and I think a lot of his insecurities came out with that. He most certainly didn't like the idea of any other men looking at me for example.
Things came to a head one night when he insisted on wanting a meal from Taco John's. I'd had a meal with him there once before, but have a seafood allergy and didn't realize they deep-fried everything in the same vat of oil. I was sick for a week and reminded him of that, but he insisted that it was all in my head and that if I didn't eat with him it meant I didn't love him . . . um, serious, serious issues there. If it hadn't been for my low self-esteem, I'd have left him long before.
Anyway, I met some guy online, and this time the out-of-state move was worth it.

Have been happily married for over a year, and am finally given support for trying to eat better and take care of myself properly, no pressure either way. I've lost 20 pounds since we moved in together . . . I'd love to be able to say 40, but I gained 20 of it back.

Working on that again as we speak.
