I will preface this post by saying that my marriage is on the rocks and I know that my weight is effecting it in many different ways, not just the most obvious ways like lack of motivation or intimacy with my husband.
There is a pervasive bitterness to my weight loss. I know that I should lose weight because it is healthy. I also know that it is a huge wedge in my marriage and I get very angry with my husband because of this, although I guess his lack of sensitivity or his know-it-all attitude about how I should lose the weight, is really secondary to my own dissatisfaction with myself.
However, something happened the other day that made me about die inside and I know that it really made my husband feel badly.
We have an above ground where you have to climb the ladder. My sons and husband wanted me to come in the pool with them yesterday. I said no. At first I made the excuse that I had other things to do. (True but they weren't necessary to do right away). My husband kept at me until I was "sort of honest" and said I didn't like how I looked in the bathing suit. He said that he didn't care (untrue) but if I was that worried about it to just come in and shorts and shirt. (as if that isn't humiliating) He kept at it for so long that I finally exploded and told him the truth which is that I would gladly wear a swimsuit at a crowded beach (and be mildly emotionally uncomfortable) than wear a bathing suit or go in the water with him alone in our pool because I know that he, the man I love, hates my body. He looked stricken, and said that really made him feel bad. And I said, "That's your problem."
God, I am such a witch. I am the one that gained the weight. I am the one to put him in the position to have to tip toe around my feelings. No matter what he says, it's never the right thing...
I don't know what is WRONG with me....the solution seems so simple....
