I've been bulimic for 10 years, mostly recovered for the last 5. I'm currently overweight, and last week started trying to rectify this sensibly. Dieting is a huge struggle for me, and it's very easily to fall into old unhealthy habits.
The last few days I've been feeling dizzy and sick, so have upped my calories again slightly. I started feeling sad after eating some pasta, a DH asked what was wrong. After initially trying to avoid the conversation, I told him.
We then got into an argument about how he's been constantly scared that I won't have lost weight, how I'm a patronising bitch, and that I'm being weird about food.
He's now stormed off to the bedroom, slamming doors and shouting that he doesn't want to talk about it anymore.
I just want to curl up and cry, as the last thing I need on top of everything else is him making this all about him again, and arguing until I apologise, when I don't even know what I've done.
Why can't he just support me, and accept when I don't want to tell him things because I know how he reacts? As of I don't despise myself enough.
I feel so low :(