I love my husband and we’ve been together for over 10 years. We have two young children, a lovely house and jobs we are relatively happy in. We rarely argue, just gentle bickering and both contribute to the daily chores of life. When we met I was a healthy weight but did have a binge eating problem. He was aware of that problem a few years in. I gradually got bigger and couldn’t even lose weight for our wedding day. My weight is the only major issue in our relationship, and we have talked so many times of how we/I can sort it, something changes for a while and then after so long it’s all gone to pot and I’m bigger than I was when we had the conversation.
I don’t blame him, he is not shallow and I think it’s perfectly reasonable he should want a healthy wife who he wants to be intimate with. I am a hippo and I can’t blame him for wanting a more pleasant sight. I have come to realise though, that I will never be free of binge eating and I will be fat forever. I would love to change for him and our kids, it’s not fair on our family, but I just can’t give him false hope and ultimately disappoint him again. He deserves to have a woman who makes him happy and can satisfy him.
I suggested that we try a ‘parenting marriage’, so he can perhaps find someone else in the long term. It would kill me to think of him with someone else, I love him, but I also hate to think of him so unhappy because of me. He was mortified by this suggestion and said absolutely not, he is married to me and will remain that way. I’m just exhausted of disappointing him, he is still holding onto the hope that I might just get it together, exercise a bit and then miraculously stop binge eating but I finally know that it’s never going to happen. I feel awful because our relationship has got so far; he can’t just leave me guilt-free because of the kids but surely he’s just going to be more and more resentful as the years go by. I can’t stand the way he looks at me sometimes - I partly want to separate for my own selfish reason which is to not be reminded of how much I’ve let myself go.
How do we move forward?