Now this bit is not meant to offend you
not offended at all. :hug99: He definitely has issues and he definitely takes them out on me as some kind of cover up for his own issues. Sometimes though he is just nasty for no logical reason
and your ex husband sounds very similar to my OH.
If we were to split, it wouldn't be a messy one. We both own our own homes (another bone of contention, he refuses to ever buy with me but is happy to be at my place 7 nights a week) and have no children or financial ties.
those clothes must be hanging off you now
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unfortunately not yet - nothing seems to be getting much bigger
Maybe in a couple of weeks I will start to be able to wear a few other bits and pieces.
Yesterday........I had to eat :sigh: I was scared about having to do it and any fallout from it.
Had an invitation from OH's dad and stepmum to visit them in the next county for the day. They have their caravan on a site there. We went and I had shake for breakfast and bar for lunch in the car. OH had already said 'what will you do about eating' as it seemed a pub dinner was planned. I shrugged and said I'd have a chicken salad. The alternative was to sit at the table eating nothing and I've only met them once before and knew I just couldn't do that.
They were confused enough that all i wanted to drink whilst at the caravan was water and then in the pub even more so! OH's step mum said 'are you on a diet or something'
and I just said 'yes'.
I ordered the chicken salad with no dressing. I slowly ate the lettuce, cucumber and about a third of a grilled chicken breast. OH then ploughed in and said he'd eat whatever I didn't want so I gave him the rest of the chicken, the peppers and the tomatoes. OH's step mum asked what diet I was doing and I mumbled something about 'just low calorie' and OH 'helpfully' piped up 'this is the first solid food you've had for how long?' and I shot him a quick glare, mumbled '4 weeks' and carried on eating the lettuce.
It was 1am by the time we got back here and so too late to have my third sachet. I hated every single mouthful of the food, it was the most miserable and fearful experience I've ever had when eating. I kept thinking that I wanted my soup and that I just hadn't wanted any of the food.
I was scared I would binge, or just choose something stupid off the menu. Luckily neither happened and I was relieved to be back to my CD sachets today. They feel like a new comfort blanket, a weird feeling. I guess being logical I had 2 sachets and what would be the equivalent of doing an SS+ dinner so it was all ok (was gutted it was so late when we got back, really wanted to be back so I could have a shake or soup) but I have never felt such bizarre emotions towards food.