When DH met me I was size 16, in my 20s and unhealthy eating habits/poor mental health.
We started dating, he told me he loved me early on, fell for him, etc (this was 15 years ago). During this early period, I wore jeans to a cinema date and he looked disgusted & said it was because how overweight I looked in my jeans. Looking back, I wished I'd had the balls to dump him them tbh.
We got engaged, married & I got pregnant. My weight reaching up to size 18. Of course there were comments and looks over the years. I decided I wanted to be an active Mum and did Slimming World which helped and then basically after plating on that, starved myself down to underweight. I was in poor mental health and had just left a shit job.
He was happy, but then would constantly check with his hand on my thigh, looks as weight came back on. Six years since I was underweight I'm now size 12-14. I know I've gained weight and feel a bit shit, and that will motivate me to lose it.
I've since has my autism/ADHD diagnosis, I was in a car crash last year and work has been bonkers on top of parenting, etc. But at the end of the day, I've also gotten to a happier place mentally. I've worked hard to earn as much as he does so we can have a nice house, holidays etc, I support him when he's away for weeks on research trips, his exams etc.
He wants me to go to the gym, he wants the big hot meals in the evening (I don't). He has constant cake and crisps in the house. He has done bare minimum to learn about my autism and support in a way I would do for him.
When he said he didn't want to have sex because I looked fat, something inside me snapped and I told him to fuck off. I said I could lose weight but his shitty mindset would be harder to lose and I felt sorry for him. I was overweight when he met me - why stay with me all this time but he's always wanted me thinner or calmer or just basically not me. Other men were/have been interested. Why waste 15 years of my/his life when he wants me to look and be someone different? Why did I let him? He doesn't give a shit about things that matter to me e.g. writing a book in my free time.
Sorry for the rant, I'm so cross with myself. I want to lose some weight but not for this arsehole. The worst is I have to translate what his facial expressions mean so I have to Miss Marple it out of him and read his mind by suggesting reasons he is cross (yeah, I hear that). If I'd been skinny when we met, maybe it would be one thing? But I've never pretended to be anything other than I am and just feel rejected again. I just want a nice, quiet life with someone who loves me and doesn't make me feel shit.